Psychedelic psychosis,
now is the time to hope.
That I can stay alive,
that I can indeed do this.

That it is somehow possible to cope.
Self destructive dance of desolate doom.
To every hopeful question though the answer is always a regrettable 'nope'.
Tango to the hellaciously hypnotic tune.
Suffering psyche, sad soul prism.
Dive deeper, delve downward, the present is far too soon.
Subtle state of mind seems to smile unfiltered.
Wanting eyes gaze wantonly, ugly and unrated....