I fought this feeling off long ago
Then it fell back to the earth -- Geronimo!
I've wiped my eyes while the faces of my family blur
Apoplectic smile -- I am my own cure
You know my demons; they have first names
Call them what you will... It's all the same
Persimmon-breath, rancor never tastes so sweet
Trapped in the garden with nothing left to eat
I'll stay up smoking until the fire in my brain goes out
I'll wake up each morning with a quiet desperate shout