. Ive got knives in my head. I make the butcher jealous. Ive got bandages to patch myself back up like a nurse. Ive got drugs to chop up My conscious effort to be better, Into tiny little peices, that Ive Scattered on everyones clean carpet. Ive got dreams to hold on to And take me far away, By airplane to another country. Ive got nightmares like mirrors That pierce me back to reality. Ive got Heaven and Hell and Black words on white paper. Ive got shiny new pennies tossed Into my fountain. Landing next to the moldy ones. They make friends. And everyday someone adds more. .