Candy coated razors,
Green skies and purple clouds.
Drifting towards a starry oblivion
Twisted limbs crawling to the Hazed orange glow,
They call that the sun.
I call it the source.
You stare into it long enough you don't care.
You grin at the unknowing.
All the while proclaiming you know nothing.
Little thoughts whispering in your mind.
Shhh.. .Listen to them
Dont mind the other narrators.
They are just there to make other choices.
Choices? Did I say choices?
I meant the wrong path...
Listen to reality...
Dont mind that your world is upside down,
The chaos is normal in my passing...
I tell everyone, at least in my head...
Dont trip... The landing isn't always that great.
Sure the fall is splendid...
Cotton candy pillows,
euphoria in pure taboo..
Incensed aromas creeping along the mind..
Acid rains obliterating the scenery
Colors melting together in thick globs,
Looks like someones heated the paints...
Swirling slowly downward into
a murky pit...
Melding together all as one...
No separation...
Just a murky pit,
of all that I held surreal...
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