Another Days Words

December 17, 2010
Theres fear a brewin
DMT fluids
making intrusions
thus ill be losing
focus and may start drooling
images so vivid and gripping
begin striping my memories
leaving black clouds
these clouds shroud
the ground i once stood
sweat pants, big black hood
lost in a childhood home
once a place all my own
now this place is unknown
i reside in the skya
so high, ufo's at my knees
jet planes, fleas biting viciously
i invite the wickidly
sick spirits arithhmaticing
my death!??!

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