Medicated Mental Friction

Red Wood Drifting down the river
alamode with a cherry
intence sun dancing down
ghosts speaking smoothly
and the drugs working right

WRONG

the angles that sit on the tree are now hanging by their necks
with wings ripped off and togas torn and asses filled with sex
fingernails snapped inside the skin from scratching out the bugs
still alive and eyes still twiching from the demons thugs.

LEFT

Turning into an ally way haunted by the sounds of horns
Bleeding through my eyes and ears they lay umong the corn
feilds and rot away in the summers heat the stench
is so unbearable the hooker is a wrech

DOWN

ward into the pit of crusty quicksand
the leech creeps in and never leaves to never escape the ban
the eyes roll down the moutain side to the birdies lies
from what i heard from a little birdy is what brings her to her crys

UP

she'll lift riseing off the ground
fade away into the sky never to be found
lost in the heavens for she does not know where to go
the tentical grabs her neck and drags her back below.

RIGHT

now every things good
every things cool
everythings as it should
but when day light arises
there will be more suprizes
and the Brilliant will become the fooled.