The Curse of the Drugged Children - September 24th - 25th, 2000
sexual obsessions, body consumed with drugs
our teenager writhes in her bed
wishing this horrible drug would let loose
whining that her life should end
wanting her boyfriend to cry for her
wandering a paradise of anti-reality
melting prophets and skinned dogs roam the streets
the sun is spinning around you
and the moon is asking for your phone number
you walk along the path, standing on top of yourself
as the patterns overtake the vision
and spiral you back home
opening your eyes, penetrate the darkness
hoping this is your original dimension
worrying that your parents know
praying for cops to stay away
jumbling memories dance in your mind
no coherent tool to tie them together
why am I floating?
why do I soar above the city?
why am I human?
relaxed in space, visions come
war, peace, blood and guns
fairies and angels
demons and devils
holding your hand, biting your head
jumping inside you
authoring your thoughts
is this me?
am I real?
what is human?
planets speed past, sounds interlock
seeing your body in bed, never want to go back
the tingling subsides, numbness drains away
smoke clears and mind empties
instincts out of grasp
knowledge now unknown
fully concious
confused, lost
where was I?
what am I now?
what was I?
struggle to sleep, drugs won't let go
music soothing your senses
doubling your hallucinations
deeper into the dream you fall
unaware, uncaring, undecided
empty
dead
lifeless flesh lay in bed
all sights gone black
all sounds muted
finally reached the ultimate high
parents cry and regret
friends amazed, future ended
you knew your limits
you promised them all
but what you left behind
is a stinking mess of derranged ideas
your corpse is smiling, as we hope you did
when you took your last drug
think about us now and suffer, you bitch
you left us here to wither
in our tear-filled puddles of wasted love
every thought is a hope
hope that our senses are telling the truth
every perception is nervous
nervous that the drugs haven't taken complete control
human machines scramble like ants for the sugar water
fighting any in their way
you are no different
whatever is real, whatever you are
is all in your head
the world is in your head
and it only takes one bullet to destroy the world
