Convoluted veins tripping on the vines
Bullets dripping marking the ground
Concentrated hues spill out of the walls
Pouring colors mixed with concrete pieces
Ceiling fans reaching from heaven to hell
Winds of tide, seas rough from the currents
Shifting floor boards spewing rhetoric of falling
Black holes for windows, night consumes the sun
The moon dissolves against the glare of the stars.
With a Hendrix eye, ozzy vibes and a morrisson soul.
The rhythm melts with the brass
A schism that everlasting, binged in the prisms purity
Deluded deity praising myself to survive
Faithfully unspoken
Sweat dripping tunnel vision tunneling catacombs
Engulfing walls along with the screws paint and all
Bed springs afloat a sea of confusion
On the look out for white whales
Spearing armories hoping for shores
Psyched seagulls sing between the ceiling fans
Deep waters dried from the bed sheets
The longest midnight breaks for the sun
Deserts of pillows swallow my parched eyelids
Journey through a third eye's perspective
To get a second opinion
On one life.