Virgin Head Trip

Behod this Barbiturate;
Unnatural resonance exhal'd,
Blood Lust Saturate
Spins fluid through these veins,
Vanity succumbs with helpless indiff'rence,
Leaving the senses to brave the Watchers,
Chasing the Green Eyed Virago Vixens
That feast in green pool waters.

Dawn beckons as I plunder through
This tumultuous rhythm in fate,
Seeped in wondrous soul-numbing
Visions that hath no meaning
Nor truth can I fathom of late,
Such proclivity I hold no control
Nor want to control no hold.

And so I take my want deeper
And seek to bleed the scarring sore.