Wake Me up When the Sun Sets

Some choose their friends wisely, some choose isolation instead, some might mix the two, most throw those all to the few who think too heavily in their heads



Heavy was mine



Too heavy to contain 



Hysteria met my libido 



Calamity met my psyche



I was a simple man, meeting the simple requirements of a typical, nameless, speechless, worrying wreck like myself



Yet distortions of the highest form came to me like moths to a flame



Their arms embracing me with enticed fortunes of sex, lust, and ferocious substances



Hedonism met my very being with further intent



A vicious cycle that I had no say in



Much to my disarray I would revel in such a change of form



Vowing I'd die twice over just to relive this feeling again