Super Valium

I reach for the klonopin

I swallow the first

And the second

I chew the third

And the fourth

I crush the fifth

Into a white line

And i breathe

My breathing slows

Slower

Slower even

And I drift off

I'm gone

I open my eyes

In a white room

With bad lighting

The kind of lighting

That turns your skin jaundice

God, he's at his desk

He's smoking an american spirit

Brooding behind a plume of smoke

All I can see is his eyes

His beautiful eyes

His beautiful jaguar eyes

Ready to lurch out and kill me

Again

I found blood on my hands

It is my own

If I climb up the stairs

Will you rise from your throne?

I found blood on my hands

It is my own

If I climb up the stairs

Will you rise from your throne?

Steps through the tremendous smoke

Kisses me on my forehead

Ashes out his cigarette

Between my eyes

And tells me

He has run out of rooms

I've got blood on my hands

It is my own

If I speak my wrongs

Will you let me come home?

I've got blood on my hands

It is my own

If I speak my wrongs

Will you let me-