31 October, 1975
Sticking needles in your vein,
Making you insane,
Squeezing your hands in terror,
Realizing your error,
Travelling down the holes of your mind,
Finding things dark and sublime,
Tearing you apart,
With you trying to bart’,
For time and air.
Falling deeper into the mire,
Your thoughts like a fire,
Burning your brain mass,
To a smouldering ash.
Quivering with the screaming pain,
With your body lying all inane,
Flashes of agony,
Your thoughts if any
Are laughing with death.
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