opium

sometimes

i feel like i want to live

far from the metropolis

just walk through that door

sometimes

i feel like i want to fly

reach out to the painted sky

a prisoner to the wind

a bird on the wing

sometimes

i feel the ocean in my blood

see rain from the sky above

her salt brined tears

and now

those tears leave taste on my tongue

like the warm rush you get from

black opium

black opium

sometimes

i feel like i want to leave

behind all these memories

and walk through that door

outside

the black night calls my name

but all roads look the same

they lead nowhere

they lead nowhere