mind left with a herp itch
ingrained in the seams of your brain
blamed bi sexual animals for your ignorance
for exotic thoughts in vain
psychotic thoughts in pain from the reaming
steady dreaming of a feeding to the youth...show them the ropes
little children with their halos tighten around their throats
your existence lays in the gutter
a thousand smiles towards the gluttony of death
infected swallows howering the rat turds
swallowing the poison suicide pills on the curb
and then laying their vermin seeds in your psyche
let this pen im spillin be the penicillin for your ailments
your psychologically transmitted disease
let it cease
misfits fitted for miscellaneous positions quick
heaving charasmatic evil in through my nasal cathedral
hoping I huff to an euphoric sleep, happy with my counterfeit hallucinations of heaven
certainly I am high as hell...
even as i try to refuse the rhetoric
the devil muse fused its intentions into rap music and embedded it with placebo medicine
and we drunk it up like buggle-gum juice
bypassing the blood-brain barrier and making a nice warm bed on the anatomy of gray
where is the prescription for this affliction?
what pharmaceutical is suitable for this position im sitting in?
there is no by-product of knowledge except the cure for
your psychologically transmitted disease
let it cease
Written by Point_Of_View