Skull Candy

Like magic, It tingles from my lips to my toes. My eyes closed. Music sells me tickets to my happy-place, and I forget the bad the sad the tragic, Going further and circling to terra firma my conscious defects The physical. As, The beat hits home like a million Hiroshima’s, The boom makes my head nod as we wave my worries good-bye. With closed eyes, we observe, DNA of dreams and colour, Fading and reappearing on the inside of the eye, As golden, on-a-warm-summers-day rhymes, Equate sounds with colours, And our heels make holes in the ground. To the tunes of our content, Our fingers twitch, and shoulders shudder, Human reduced to bobble-head, As we're reunited with our past, I can see my life when I crunched candy last. It stops and I collapse, It is sugar for my blood, Hypoglycemic with my face in the mud, I have nothing to say.