Lather, Rinse, Repeat
I spit my brain out
I cough out my lungs
I throw up my guts
My senses go numb
I hide below the covers
I curl up in bed
I sleep the ailment off
I black out my head
I wake up lightheaded
And stare blankly ahead
With my brain spit out
And my body at rest
I float up high
And through the ceiling I fly
I find a silver crescent
A wire and a mosquito
The Silver crescent shines
With bright white magical light
Descending down and scattering
Spreading heavenly delight
Falling on earthly beings
To either echo or dim
An insect resting on a black wire
Sucks up the light it bathes in
I get my senses back
I float down to my room
I suck my brain back in
And I smile to the gloom
I lay my head back slowly
With my brain fitting in
I take its insides out
And dust off the remains
I get me soap and water
And scrub off the stains
I hold one thought at a time
And rinse it thoroughly through
I put them all back in
Re-arranged and sitting right
I soak my head once more
For a final spell of rain
I put my brain out again
And hang it there to dry
Now as I patiently wait
For my brain to properly air
I whistle some old song
And wink at the silly moon
I slowly prepare myself
To carry my brain back in
All aired out, neat, and clean
And crooked lines replacing the stains.
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Tags: Freak, hallucinations, high, mental, Twisted
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