Satanic Snake Poison

My head feels one foot thick

I wonder if it was worth it. . .

Satanic drug spider's web

tunnel of horror

circle of fear

faces shaped by circus mirrors

pitch black

falling over

falling through

stepping over corpses

lights on

men in robes perform a plastic ritual in our very image

endless, well-rehearsed

colors flash

motion in a box

lights on, wander out, buy a shirt, wander home

past the witching hour

can't sleep

demons in my head

turn endless somersaults

force me to complete a thought

hours slip by

no sound

the mind keeps working itself over and over

daylight breaks

sleep - but wait!

another chain of thoughts begs remembrance

another hour

and I'm showering

change the date, it's now tomorrow

head swims

do this, do that, on the bus, in school

Satanic snake poison still in the system

blind to what I'm supposed to be

confused, twisted, everything done wrong

no one suspects until I've come completely down

I shouldn't be alive

there will be no tomorrow

unless I can sleep as soon as possible

my head feels one foot thick

I wonder if it was worth it. . .

- April 18, 1985, A.D.