Plants growing from my soul. Emitting
sour smells and intoxicating the innocent
little boy, who was once : ME. In the
firelight of a firefight, the
chemical dependency is
ruining the softness of the my sanity.
Death is my perception. The flowering
catacombs. The magnified horrors.
Rainbow tunnels are filling with a
mysterious fluid. Heart-shaped
skulls, wake me from this death. Can
I come home and poke through this,
nightmarish cloak of deception?
Without love, without dreams,
without hope, with hope and freedom:
A man has nothing but,
Devotion? Elevated penalties.
Sickness in the form of passion.
My overly active imagination, just
might show me the truth.
Who the fuck are you?
Do I know you or did I
know you then?
Don’t be afraid to respond to my
psychotic bursts of rage.
I am harmless. Just misunderstood and very lonely.