She smiles,
as she sips...

Imagination slides past the door,
hits me hard...

Thick, black air imitates the ambiance created
by the pissheads and junkies...

The cool blast
floods each cell...

Poison sinks into
stream...

She could've always climbed the mountain to see...

When the ringing subsides,
ill talk my speach...

Metallic wash,
settles to ground...

Hammer the brain.
Sooth with the purple skies...

In the mood for milk,
mix it with cat piss...

The liquid charm,
running from arm...

His eyes double glazed to help the immune system,
he told me to tell you...