A Piece for Assorted Lunatics

It was as I remember, just another toneless Friday evening,

And the local band prepared to perform and sing.

The ceiling gleamed with dimly lit chandeliers,

The haziness began, as I gulped down another shot of Belvedere's.

I squinted around for that voluptuous bar dancer,

Wondering why do they strive for the gold that glitters.

A handsome tip I greedily paid, with the ardor for getting laid!

The sweet maître d served me the '67 wine,

And she whispered softly: I'll play dirty for an hour, if you pay me a dime.

They're not what they show themselves as,

There's a bewitched soul in every bonnie lass.

How I wish I knew all her sly tricks,

How I wish I could escape this house of bricks!

I stepped out of the place after the long hour,

Breathing in a rush of intoxicated air.

Outside the mist was slowly dissolving,

And the fog converged into some distant opening.

Making a tail of fantasy like a diminishing meteor,

And the vision remained clear no more.

I started walking on a perpetual journey,

While a dark and mystic secret it kept forming.

The voices whispered and argued in my head,

Some random images they sketched and made.

They sang and hummed and lured me on a way,

To some hamlet outside where reality kept away.

They danced away as quiet silhouettes,

Into the fading smoke of the burning cigarettes.

In the cave where the pied piper resides,

Where the darkness is eluded in white stripes.

The nature has decided to call it a day.

And the water from the shore dolefully ebbs away.

The sea awaits the downpour of another shower,

As the dark moon shines dully on the gigantic ivory tower. 

My thoughts have ceased from wandering,

And into my room, they're slowly re-entering.

Through the iron bars of the blanched window,

And into the grey bed by a bucket of water shallow.

I smile a little as the sham slowly disappears,

And the white lady with the drip finally reappears.

She injects my veins with a heavy draught of Valium,

Tranquillising my nerves and snuffing my phantasm.

I long for another trip, yet crave for eternal freedom;

Awaiting it all in the unnatural psychedelia of this mental asylum..

Heroin Overdose.

The cold metal pricks through the layers of my flesh,

It happens again as the lightning strikes with a flash!

A rush of heroin through my veins injected from the drip,

Falling through the empty spaces: another magnificent trip.

I hear what I want to and shut what I can close, 

The TV is blaring about death from a drug overdose. 

Highways sway in and out of my dizzy sight,

I see those tall, black hooded figures mourning in my plight.

The abandoned mountains are raging furiously with a red flame,

A country lies destroyed, is sanity to be blamed?

They call me demented for the things that I can see,

Yet more than most of them, saner I'll always be. 

My sentinels are falling like tears from a star,

And the doors of my mind are pushed a little more ajar.

Images are shifting in a jiffy like a kaleidoscope,

Diminishing slowly at the mighty ocean of dope!

And it happens again, oh what a lovely lovely rush!

The grass looks greener and the royalty seems plush!
I crave for another pinprick as the drug endures to gush,
And with every passing trip, the hunger grows for eternal lust.


Lying motionless and slowly letting it all slip underneath,
I peek through the layers of my brain to see what lies beneath.
Psychotic thoughts have started to stir inside,
Leaving a frozen grin on my face and ebbing the final tide.
The ice below my feet is thin and cracking fast,
And with the cursed time, I wonder, will any storm forever last?

Midnight

Smoking doobies in a cold windy night on the roof, 

Mocking at this haunted world of fake spoofs.

Laughing in sick desperation at the mad butcher's door, 

And our echoes drowning forever in that bottomless floor.

This war will last forever young John,

They have remnants of graveyard yet to mourn.

There is place to drink and sleep and dine in,

But in this great hotel of laws we can never sin!

Hey little train wait for this boy with childlike dreams,

In his sleep at night he barely ever screams.

They're all painting a wall in front of our eyes,

To make us believe that the world is full of thin ice!

Old Mama has switched the television off at two in the night, 

The psychedelic outburst has blurred all the rest of light.

The ajar doors have turned from seven colours to white,

And that little voice inside your head wakes you up at midnight..