Look At Me Now

The peak rises,

soft dew grass

covers is a mist

upon your past.

Dressed a dress

I duress confess

has been made;

tears such mess.

Drawing made

in lines steady,

I see a pill I am

escape ready.

Acid on tounge,

cocaine for taste.

Look at me dad,

I am such waste.

So let me cut off

the tounge despite

my face I’ll trace

my face in a light.