Sunsets Inside of Acid Rain Drops
Just A Thought Productions
Sunsets inside of acid rain drops splash onto the floor to show the hallucination erupting from my dilated brown eyes, inside a mere glimpse of my world. Under my pale skin, inside of my deteriorating ribs lay a heart beating so fast it's in a race with my brain to create my first severe hear attack. More liquid drugs on my tongue brings a wide smile to my face and images in my head, projected out of my dilated brown eyes to give the feeling of amazing love that will never be felt again. Rain drops hold hands with the Alpha cloud, their afraid to fall down, hold on for dear life but lighting will strike and shake them off. Inside of my dilated eyes I'm going way to deep inside of this world that holds the beautiful open gate to hallucination, while she's sitting next to me, breathing heavily focusing everything she has so she can just breath steadily and of course she wont stop begging, "Please make it stop. Please....STOP!"
AAAAAAAA....Ok....Go!
I go under my warm zebra stripped sky to collect my far out mind and relax until the time goes by so i no longer have to hide from the many tripping people. I come on out when I see the amazing and beautiful world for what it really is, until I blackout into my own creation of bliss but then remember that I of course won't remember any of this. The universe is dripping on top of me, I try to soak it up but there is nothing I could see so I choose to just run from the crime scene until I slip on the drips and bang my head. Heavy hallucinations begin to poor into my dreams as I'm knocked unconscious or maybe just asleep but nobody will ever know because I...Will...Never...Wake Up!
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Author:
Ivan A. Villa (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
well you did wake up because you wrote this. I am with you all the way brother. my acid taking days finished in my late 20's at the end of 1990. I lived in Berlin at the time and my oh my wasn't everyone flying high just like you in this super write.
Thanks man! my acid days are over too. i was born in 1990 ha ha. thanks for the read and the comment.
This kind of makes me think of two songs by Tool.
Third Eye and Rosetta Stoned.
Good write!
thanks man. I love tool. Maynard's past is a great read.
Sure is. MJK will forever be a greater poet than me.
Well written and expressed
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