Salvia

[Captain.Heroin]

Ripped into columns, chopped into lines
My body is a virtual representation of what could be
Not what is

Rendered in my own fat, cutting into my thighs
My legs are disconnected from my torso
A numb synthetic tryst

Rocked in a rhythm, endless cries
My life, broken into crisp notes and scars
Near a wandering lie

This world is not real, nothing will be forever
Before it exists nothing, which was real and will return
Gnarled fingers defy

Dropped in a different realm, curdled figures emanate
Aforementioned trees sway and destroy me
Not a bad life