It’s not the drugs
It’s not the lack of exercise
‘cause all my polypeptides are doing fine
No, it’s something else
A trick that I play on myself
‘cause I feel like I’m in hell
But it’s quite nice
I’m feeding the dark wolf
It’s not the drugs
It’s not the sleep that I deprive
In all the tests I self-assign
My colors fly
But I’m floundering
I’ve got no roses for my frames
Above, the crows are circling
The brightest sky
I’m feeding the dark wolf