ULTIMATE HIGH

Creative colors within the womb,
your locked up, stocked up mental tomb.
Mixing waves of sound lapping over your head,
is a common dread,
when hiding in your little room.

Now time again to feed the vein.
Thirsty for the mix,
just a spoon, and a match does the trick,
of taking away the pain.

Slide the hollow steel under the skin,
and proceed the passage of power.
Now forget all worldly sin,
and open your mind to the meaningless flower.

OK, yes, yes, a little more to expand the mind.
See it as you have never seen,
see it all as a beautiful green,
see everything as a different kind.

No!, God No! The stomach rejects your kindly infest,
showing crimson bile upon the tile.
The mind now takes the ultimate test
as your body is put to peace, and rest,
and your name becomes a police record file.