| OVERDOSE. My friends came to visit me today bearing their gifts of insanity and decadent art. And as we greeted after years apart I knew a celebration was about to start. Let not beast or man invade my mind for I would find that so unkind. But now its too late And as I dance I seal my fate. Inserted into my vein I placed the needle and called the name And now nothing will ever look the same but I enjoy this lethal game. Full rush on in this twisted session my mouth showing pain and loud expression. And as I travel in this satanic procession it describes wildfire and surreal impressions. But all life is short and to make mine shorter still I feel I must take one last pill. And now I lay in box that I just fill but my mind is free and my body is still. End. |