Traffic Haze

This brain is a buzzing beehive.
 Swarming through infestation.
 My muscles pulse and burn alive.
 
 Tonight they crave sensation.
 And when the night finally falls
 She'll wrap her arms around me.
 And when I drop into the sea.
 Let me rise in glory.
 I'm one in the glow of the rising sun.
 Across these walls are my loathing scrawls.
 I hear the water underneath the bridge.
 This day was a slanting misfire,
 A selfish infatuation-
 All my lovers live on pages.
 It leaves me lonely, reading.
 And from this perch I am a god.
 The river speaks to me,
 One final step.
 And I will fly into that waiting darkness.
 So I glide blindly through the streets.
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 And I can hear the traffic haze.
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 Yeah, maybe I've had better days.