blite and whack
Greenlighter
wrote this coming back to baseline off some 10x salvia
Myself wanders through the jungle of my mind
Creeping lucidity clears mind’s eye
Float through creativity —endless supply
Imaginary blossoms drop behind
Creating landscapes outside frame of mind
Those gazing entities presence near-by
Nothing and everything seems awry
The scope of perception is redefined
Climbing the cerebral vines I soon am
Fumigating the universe with thought
My fervor no longer has any bound
Time explodes leaving nothing to exam
A speck of void is the plight which I’m brought
Trying to awake is far too profound
then i wrote this one one methamphetamine addiction
Blue belly shot hard in vein.
I was scared but it felt soft.
Count backwards from ten.
Payment for my pains.
The walls get interesting.
Limbs intact, limbs float?
Read a hundred labels from the pantry.
Flicker like a flea
through a sleepless week.
Channel surf a sea of static.
See the prize but I can't hold it.
Brush my teeth until they bleed.
Itches in my bones.
Been staring for a hundred hours.
A week inside; I’m weak inside.
Heading to an unnamed end.
Muted sounds. A sealed room.
Little demons by my side
whisper secrets,
the kind you never hear.
The tears are warm. The body's numb.
This lull is blue.
Feeling hate for hate’s sake
This is my cure: the same as the symptoms
This is my condition
Myself wanders through the jungle of my mind
Creeping lucidity clears mind’s eye
Float through creativity —endless supply
Imaginary blossoms drop behind
Creating landscapes outside frame of mind
Those gazing entities presence near-by
Nothing and everything seems awry
The scope of perception is redefined
Climbing the cerebral vines I soon am
Fumigating the universe with thought
My fervor no longer has any bound
Time explodes leaving nothing to exam
A speck of void is the plight which I’m brought
Trying to awake is far too profound
then i wrote this one one methamphetamine addiction
Blue belly shot hard in vein.
I was scared but it felt soft.
Count backwards from ten.
Payment for my pains.
The walls get interesting.
Limbs intact, limbs float?
Read a hundred labels from the pantry.
Flicker like a flea
through a sleepless week.
Channel surf a sea of static.
See the prize but I can't hold it.
Brush my teeth until they bleed.
Itches in my bones.
Been staring for a hundred hours.
A week inside; I’m weak inside.
Heading to an unnamed end.
Muted sounds. A sealed room.
Little demons by my side
whisper secrets,
the kind you never hear.
The tears are warm. The body's numb.
This lull is blue.
Feeling hate for hate’s sake
This is my cure: the same as the symptoms
This is my condition
