drop it like heated faces and rages
far fetched and farther out
in fields of growing ash
like falling oil
and bullets of virtues
all up inside your skull
messed
mixed up
psychedelic murder of what was
once considered to be biding my time
and taking my mind to places it learned
to love to hate in hasty ways
i am up inside your head
i am up inside your skull
upside down and writing it out
so i can remember this tomorrow
with greying eyes just to prove
i am up inside your skull
tattooing poetry
like poison veins writhing inside needle eyes
murder psychedelic of painting murals
leaving impressions on your skull
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