When I'm soaring free as a pig

When I decide to build again like a mountain's eye

The graphic on your palette twist

Distort like someone else's sky

Placing of a bone resulting

Fracture push your brows in deep

Leave behind the residue

In purest form of freebased sleep



Gasoline tugs at the feet

Of men with sand and wax for bile

Thick it dries and blocks the path

Of air not free but standing trial



Planted spike into a wall

And boots now fill the hole I made

Climbing upward just to see

The freakish feast and dead parade



All the steps down stair and road

Illuminate reality

But what they do not know

Is what they cannot hide from you and me

A needle opens skin but keep on

Pushing to an exit wound

Severing muscle drop and fall

To floor of sound haphazard tuned

It boils flesh in vapor form

And rises to the cramping ceiling

There condenses wait to rain

On shell of broken heartfelt feelings



Nature of inaction has been

Spurning forth this waste of life

The aiming low precipitation

Eats away so ruthlessly

And slays with twisted knife