Slipping from the handed deciet. Tripping around masqueraded land fills. My feet are weak on this dance floor. Heads spinnig with drugs placed unseen. Lead me to the exit before I lose control. This place is a damn carneval. I don’t know why I feel so drawn. A sketch on padded paper. Free floating out the hotel window. This city is burning with dirty desire. What’s left of their eroded souls? I can’t believe your excitement. Our hope comes in doctored up capsules these days. I’m haunted by withering ghosts. Blackened skies remind my of hurt eyes. Turn of the television my mind is rolling hills. Remains of burnt buildings plague the sky line. We once lived here? Get out of my head cursed dream. These lies are not my own, so why am I resighting them so smoothly. Playing an unwanted role in some one elses movie.