In Darkness (My Mind Doesn't Wander)

Gravity must love me; many morns I don't understand how I rise
Heavy burden across the skies, still the surrounding land dries
Living dead, eyes rolled back in my head, away from the visual lies
The best compliment that a man can receive nowadays is, "He tries"

Tries to stay pure, with fresh succubus present to meet every urge
Attempts to recline from the suicide, standing every day on the verge
Resists the flame of rage, with so many morbid landscapes to purge
As slit-eyed dragons happily converge, like the nine tails of a scourge

When every child appears as by virgin birth with no father to please
And every man's temperament is measured in absurdity of degrees
The peace keepers keep swords; the lovers of the world keep sheaths
No roots in the inner cities, they've done away with all the trees

Our heroes, mere soldiers of fortune; our villains, Salem witches
I live only as some great shadow in this land of pale existence
The strong ones seek a mental escape, some substance in substances
The Valley of the Shadow of Death, they bring their life within inches

Any given night, buried beneath the comforter, my mind doesn't wander
Blank images of pitch, outside of which, only ugliness to ponder
A nymph might bound across my stream, but I make no effort to bond her
As I offer confessions in darkness to the High Priest for a launder