A Trip down Memory Lane

Saturday morning, bored as hell Head is spinning, but you can't tell Body is aching. You'd think I fell Yet all I did was swim A decision made in a whim Wanting to kill life's fright Only to drown, never seeing the light. It felt nice for a while Like I could hop on for a drive Or take a stroll into the night Only that I fell on my side Helpless and energy deprived You can see the pain in my eyes Like Vito when he cried But no Sonny had met the sun It was just Johnny and all his fun Full on the mouth, shots out the gun Sprayed to the tummy, the work was done. But this wasn't all new And it was never a dream Yet I can't tell if it's all true Or again, was it a dream All I could tell was I was perched And I quenched the thirst Swam to the bottom A black hole, never to return