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While screams of my own shatter my ears
FIN
My mind pressurizes from the fear
Pain injects my lowly soul
Clamping my mouth, thrown down the hole
A dark fevor rests on my brain
Slipping down into disturbed terrain
Chewing what's left of my burnt-out grit
Frantic like tabacco without tough spit
Jumbled thoughts like a jigsaw puzzle
And mute like a garrulous fool silenced by a muzzle
I slide my mind above this state
To my pure-white cloud murdered not by hate
Flowing colors march through the foam
As I begin to fantasize that I'm not really alone
Angels chime at my fingertip's whim
Playing soothing harp-music to tend aching limbs
Seeping, sweet fruit nectar pushes into my body's pores
Closing my pain and misery behind a barred door
The cloud moves melodically through the sky
While I'm glad I finally have this undrugged way to fly
My tired mouth curves slowly to a half-smile
Watching other soft clouds pirouetting all the while
My cloud folds to nothing, drifting me down
Back through the window, down deep underneath the ground
A bed of stone greets my awaited arrival
From the dream that enveloped my diminishing survival
A stink of urinated reality clouds my ora
In this place of Hell, the doctors call Encora.