Metaphoric, contorted, distorded
phychological thoughts swimming....
in a type pf brain-colored fantasy. 
Spinning of an axis thrown in the midnite
sky only to break out... like acne.
Bursting of a poetic clot, letting 
creativity flow...like a stream. Put 
my words down in the crater of a silver moon 
and blue lagoon. Lick off the remains of a dry inkblot 
and scrape the herbal verbals onto a slice
of bread. Eat my rhyme scheme to satisfy 
the lying lions who made the ground 
tremble. Fitting peices of a puzzle, lazy
one eye open on a plate filled with
cocaine going insane because of the rain
boiling my shame on the window pain.

by Dazee