Too much of this and you'll be crazy.
Looking back it was so hazy.
The warning was given but did i listen?
Its hard to exist while always tripin.
I took the drugs and they took me,
Life burned an image to memory
On top of the world hailed as god
The drugs i took made me a fraud.
When I stare upon a wall
The stuff i see would appall
The wall will flex as well as heave
The gosh darn thing begins to breath.
Everything I think is fake,
It test my senses to relate.
If you felt this you might flip,
To constantly be on a trip.
A contest entry
- WRITE! by xorandomxo.
800 points, ended December 16, 2007, 20 entries
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