Katy Hirschfeld

Crawling thru a deadly valley, broken needles in my veins...
Screeching like a Berry Halle, feels like my insides were stained...
Loud wind disturbs my hearing, Empty cars, covered with rust...
All my demons now appearing, Anger, jealousy, and lust...
I can hear my neighbors walking, hear my parents, having sex...
Voices in my head, keep talking, Making beautiful amends...

Love, - The Word, without meaning, deep inside, I'm feeling numb...
Yet, - My soul is hurt, and screaming, When I stay relaxed and calm...
My intrusive thoughts are speeding, in my mind, I have no space...
All my veins are slowly bleeding... Putting all my dreams to rest!
Lost the war, but win the battle, When I’ve moved into Seattle…
Needle views, and “Hendrix’s Blues”, Felt so right, to Shoot and Use…

Walking on: “Yellow Brick Road”, Strumming mellow, minor chord…
I was lost, alone, confused, though it’s fun, to Shoot and Use…
Andy Warhol’s, - “Blue Pop Art”, “Sixty’s Morals”, - filled my heart…
I gave up my: “Right to Choose”, All I wanted, Shoot and Use…
In the mood for innovation, High and, - “One with All Creation” …
On the edge, “Nothing to Lose”, ll I did was Shoot and Use…

Fate has led me to the top, was so sure that I can stop…
Arms and legs become abused, every day I Shoot and Use…
Meet with sunset by the ocean, Hiding quirks of my emotions…
Lost connection with my muse, yet continue Shoot and Use…
Hated preachers with a passion, Been on top with, - “Nineties Fashion” …
I have lost, all my appeal, I am Katy Hirschfeld!