Hallucinations take you back to better days.
Manic state of mind distorts trust to selfish ways.
Watching the fever inside of the storm unwind,
panic wakes and your body shakes the best behind.

They say, “It’s much better to live through chemistry.”
Raise one for the lies of a greater majesty.
Serpents slither through your being for one last night,
hissing to motivate the presence of dark light.

What you made was a castle which sunk underground,
but still, it shall stand in every body they’ve found.
Mother Earth swells around you and soon she’ll explode,
but she’s shown no escape, so sit back and reload.

Destroying a destiny, you smile again
beneath the bitter glare that you’ll wear in the end.
Life may get in the way, but it’s no masquerade.
The wasteland of night sleeps at the hand of a blade…

bitten off at the wrist, but it counts nonetheless,
so the world they’ve prescribed seems to be a success.
You are gone with the poison (one more for the dead)
and may die laughing, but it’s only in your head.