Dregs Of Pluto - Full of Hell

Eyes leering inward.

Looking back on all that was

What was will be.

What was there will never be again

Human conditioning has led me down the wrong path

Death is not a door.

Time is not a window

Let go.

Release from this torment

It’s almost four in the morning, I can never sleep

There’s a light in my room and a light on the street

There’s a wash of color, intangible still

I’m struggling with the memories that the present cannot fill

My open mouth is full of dregs

I’m swallowing the years and its breaking my legs

Can’t move on, the river banks swell

The eyes convey the reason that the tongue could never tell

Let go.

Release from this torment

Numb your mind