Medicated Mental Friction

Red Wood Drifting down the river alarmed with a cherry intense sun dancing down ghosts speaking smoothly and the drugs working right WRONG the angles that sit on the tree are now hanging by their necks with wings ripped off and togas torn and asses filled with sex fingernails snapped inside the skin from scratching out the bugs still alive and eyes still twitching from the demons thugs. LEFT Turning into an ally way haunted by the sounds of horns Bleeding through my eyes and ears they lay among the corn Fields and rot away in the summers heat the stench is so unbearable the hooker is a wench DOWN ward into the pit of crusty quicksand the leech creeps in and never leaves to never escape the ban the eyes roll down the mountain side to the birdies lies from what i heard from a little birdy is what brings her to her cry UP she'll lift rising off the ground fade away into the sky never to be found lost in the heavens for she does not know where to go the tentacle grabs her neck and drags her back below. RIGHT now every things good every things cool every things as it should but when day light arises there will be more surprises and the Brilliant will become the fooled.