my bad acid trip

By lostallfaith

Sun, 12 Jun 2011
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hold my gun
my bad acid trip
and all's twisted straight.
my favorite nightmare
is monday gone right
dreaming of fearing
contortions of fun
mind games
find games
start to stop to start
you can't cop a feel of me
fall up into my heaven baby
please slowly distort
i've never seen it this way again
broken shapes
on
broken floor
in my
broken grace
yet it was never meant to be
never like this
not as wrong
my favorite acid nightmare
is the straight left right
and the twisting
nearing their fearing
no fun, it's all melted the sun
so i ask you once
please pass me back
my loaded gun.

Certificate 18
Poem
(the beginning).
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Beeme on
Again, I really enjoyed. Its full of lovely imagery and powerful :) Beeme xx

k.

Submitted by lostallfaith on
Thank you Beeme. I did try to make parts of each verse start further into the page for a bit more of a dramatical effect but it wouldn't let me:( lostallfaith.