When the lack of a fix takes its toll, nothing but madness may set into one's mind... |
I can feel it slipping away, This thing that keeps me sane. As the moon passes the day, In desperate need of Wolfsbane. Can you hear what I hear...? Madness knocking on my door. Tee hee, giggle snort, smells like a sip o' beer, But soon I'll be passed out on the floor. Can you see what I see...? The cleverness filling over. I think I know what I should be, The intoxication spilling sober. I can feel this pulsation, This beat of my heart. I can sense this sensation, Like an orgasm about to start. Can you feel what I feel...? An order of chaos at peace. Yin yang, an eternal spinning balanced wheel. Darkness' power, your worry least. Can you smell what I smell...? The burns scorching your flesh, In this ugly burning hell! The gore soon creates the most unbearable mess... The power is a milling rover, Its strength inwrought. The force a light breeze on unwilling clover, It's battling inertia well fought. Can you taste what I taste...? Oh, the gloriful victory! Quick, we must celebrate post-haste! Dine on a banquet set in hickory! Can you sense what I sense...? This is my sanity slipping away! It's running across a pasture, climbing over a fence; Off to see another day! Goodbye, sweet sane me, I'll see you next year! So long, sweet crane bee, I'll be sure to never fear!! |