A journey to forget.
ExTReMe FrEAk
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My senses grow stronger
As the fear sets in
Will I come down?
Or keep my head in space?
It seems so strange
Four hours ago I used it
Three hours ago it was worthless
Two hours ago it kicked in
Now I am lost in my own thoughts
It truly was from Arizona
Some of the best I’ve ever had
I hope not to break my mind
But it seems that’s where I’m heading
Purple hands caress my sides
As my tail drags behind me
The ground eats my legs
As the walls shake my hands
Why does this always have to happen this way?
I asked myself, as I look at my headache
At least I would have if I could had the ability to think
As the intensity still yet starts to rise
I am tossed into an abyss
In this play, nothing can be comprehended
Only seen, if you would call that seeing
I could feel the vibrations began to course through my body
This is when the fear gets worse
As I look at my hand, it begins to melt
But was it truly my hand?
Where the hell am I?
Why can I hear my woods speak to me?
I wish I could grasp their words
This does not help me
I close my eyes, just to find that makes it worse
I scream without words, as the chair picks me up
Then runs me to the lake
It heaves me in as far as it can
I breathe the water, and find relaxation
As a walleye smiles at me
He leads me somewhere
Somewhere dry, where he can walk
I see a stick in his hands
He points it right at me
I hear a bang, and see a flash
I was then all over
I wrote this after I woke up from passing out on mescaline. When I woke up, I was in a tub full of ice water. My friends had put me there.
As the fear sets in
Will I come down?
Or keep my head in space?
It seems so strange
Four hours ago I used it
Three hours ago it was worthless
Two hours ago it kicked in
Now I am lost in my own thoughts
It truly was from Arizona
Some of the best I’ve ever had
I hope not to break my mind
But it seems that’s where I’m heading
Purple hands caress my sides
As my tail drags behind me
The ground eats my legs
As the walls shake my hands
Why does this always have to happen this way?
I asked myself, as I look at my headache
At least I would have if I could had the ability to think
As the intensity still yet starts to rise
I am tossed into an abyss
In this play, nothing can be comprehended
Only seen, if you would call that seeing
I could feel the vibrations began to course through my body
This is when the fear gets worse
As I look at my hand, it begins to melt
But was it truly my hand?
Where the hell am I?
Why can I hear my woods speak to me?
I wish I could grasp their words
This does not help me
I close my eyes, just to find that makes it worse
I scream without words, as the chair picks me up
Then runs me to the lake
It heaves me in as far as it can
I breathe the water, and find relaxation
As a walleye smiles at me
He leads me somewhere
Somewhere dry, where he can walk
I see a stick in his hands
He points it right at me
I hear a bang, and see a flash
I was then all over
I wrote this after I woke up from passing out on mescaline. When I woke up, I was in a tub full of ice water. My friends had put me there.
Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
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