Tales from the Bartender

Psychosis 101

Half-lit cigarette burning fast,
The horse running wildly in my veins,
Burning every cell inside my body,

Strobe lights inside my mind,
A string of northern lights that blind my eyes,
A cocaine-induced hysteria killing me slowly,

The guitar rhythm fuels my rotting carcass,
Steaming adrenalin pumping in my bloodstream,
A poison cocktail filled with death,

Opium den run by Chinese whore mongers are my friends,
Doing a jig while shooting each other with heroin,
Each of their orifices bleeding coal black blood,

The earth shaking under my feet,
A chasm breaks open and I fall into the abyss,
I wake up covered in vomit and my own foul excrement,

posted by Ben Bulac @ 4:36 AM