Cellophane

**This song is about a friend who used to do speed/tweak/meth, what have you; and is supposably clean now - I pray he still stays this way.**

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Mysteriously trustingly
a minds eye is sly
Picasso must know
trip as you fly high

Distinguishing truths from lies
Sargo must know
tell him why
reveries lost in time
as you try

Becoming daylight
Past the time of last night
smoking streetlights
preaching evil right
fry mind
preaching evil
custard dreams devine

sunspots glare through the eyes of a young boy
watching from afar
the medows dance
as the hills glance
beauty in life
staring behind stars

Darling starling
make a decision my friend
of peace for now
my memories peek of times undefined
remembering time as time is timed

lusting evils
duck for cover
beneath the table top
mask your lover
beneath the red sky
naked am I
cellophane brain die

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And I guess this poem needs explination - when tweakers (meth users) are spraked (high) they see life in a very beautiful way. But even though they know this, they know it's still evil, yet they just cant stop. Like my friend.