Pure acidic methamphetamine; essentially an elongated ride on the glitch & hop of P.C.P.
Floating up high - the exhaust of a train.
Stuck inside a chimney, not flaming smoothly.
Budging along from the pent up smoke below,
Completely displaced from time of space,
Unsure of the voltage’s hit;
Conscious effect, most-now or next?
The relaxed laughter from psychedelics
Is hardly there, evilly giggling -
Due to the other toxins ingesting you
Pure meth does present grotesque things
In a visual way;
Combining these drugs, makes horror and gore
Seem amusing due to the edge of the suppressed fence.
Briefly mellow slipping to crude humour
Enticing the potential state of subtle fear,
Of how far you’ll fall into the inescapable
Hell below, no matter the level of consciousness
(Notably since, at any drop-point, you can lose all awareness of supposed sobered thought.)
Some people toy around demonically
Forcing a worse case that could take place
The bubble wrap sky that pops inside
Spontaneously, no forewarning of sound
Bi-week was caused from a long ago trapped-pop
Closing down, sloping right vague-round
On edge with fear of negative - stimuli; and unknown amount of substance let out
A ditch uneven - or legs shifting in height
Seeing your form, yet only attached to your eyes
Anxiety at all can exponentially cause the nightmare to surge at the right-all-time
(Pace and peripherals, awareness please keep the reactive P.C.P. away from me)
Watch out, pussballs beneath your tread
Am I dead? The air could host a tornado,
Yet although you might see the clouds
Your chemically-caused sensor detect
Would still then make everything unawake
Raindrops could petrify you
They’d go through and freeze your blood
Making the droplets cauldron-inside
Spewing out oppositely, biologically
Instead of seeping down naturally, it feels as if your flesh and blood turn into sludge
Mucking away dis-coordinately;
The peak hits you, hand upon hand
Two compounds take turns around;
Elongating all substance-intoxicate, Stirring you
Especially when - if - you can awake
From the momentarily craved R.E.M. state.
When upon eyes not shut
The visuals are already amidst
Warping around; no voice, touch or sound
Movements of then are purely the appearance of P.C.P.’s (does-give) drunkness
Slow down, don’t analyse, only realise
The glitch and the hop spawned from
The gas off-spew from the drugs’ ingest
Gasiously commenced, a whole four-five
Spinning and lagging
Lacking connect; All three active
Make nothingness make too vague-much sense
Afraid of the sidewalk’s shape
Floating eyeballs no bodily sensations at all
Awareness there, downwards disconnect on
Checkpoints visual - brain transfer.
Chained to objects meters away;
Flattened posters leering in your face
Am I sitting or standing?
Is the radius moving, or is it me?
Shadows lurking without the shade; Please go,
Please leave, how long will this sensation remain?
Freezing in time, was that two blocks or five?
Coordinates mirrored convex & concave
Sheer terror hit, then stops to..Question, what -
Where am I? (Okay, well right) awareness re-sight
These petrifying toxins, the “relaxation sensation” must have collided - “Might as well go,” even with a momentary eyedroplet of chemical hope.