The Warming

The Warming I am so high, I might die tonight, or morning Light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning Red alert, red alert, but I’ve been forewarned I can’t feel my face, my hands or my forearms All’s numb when it comes to feeling, double vision Gives me four palms, s’far flown I touch the ceiling of my building Illin’, puke spittin’, drool thickened Stool piegeon, soon tippin’, room spinnin’ for doom’s entrance A huge sentence looms with vengeance cruelly in distance And zooms rend’rin’ human existence a gruelled experience Foolish indifferent fixes that I choose when spoons are litted Include injections shooting a liquid that soothes but sickens Usage threatens, but it too is a tool or weapon That removes stress, so that fruits nectar and juice is venom How soon will death come? A spec from beyond awakens That starts faded and becomes larger’s I fall adjacent The bright white light array excites me as it greatens It almost grazes when I get a frightening warm sensation I am so high, I might die tonight, or morning Light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning me Danger, danger, I’m teetering on the edge of it Bleeding on my sleeve where the needle was squeezed to get it in From ease to deadliness, with what placebos are better than “Never ‘gain will I need my medicine”’s a dreamer’s sentiment My ending is, and it seems that I meant to send me this However regret is the enemy of men selection-less Stretching lips, ‘vent’lly rip, merely wet from the flesh’s drip ‘cause negligence prevents expression when in an extended trip I gently split from where I sit to air and drift I stare at him, he stares again, we share this, then a pair of men This fairy land of merriment’s of no comparison ‘though those sailing winds are ferrying me towards a fear of death Dodos bury their heads, under the dirt and see A bulb that gleams with perfect sheen and thus the bird is free But the bird is we, as him & I, once one now furthering This curious thing illuminates then aches & burns me deep I am so high, I might die tonight, or morning Light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning Code orange, code orange, who’d know this’d go the farthest No one can own this torment still roaming in solid form And the coldness that’s slowly fallen as snow in a homely garden Or’s frozen in lonely forests a notion that’s almost foreign This nose has chosen a target that grows and the goal’s enormous The warmth of that glow is harshening the closer it pulls me towards it Now scorching holding me moti’nless, smoke & organs My bones become stones on a faulty course or the road of the poor and hopeless My molten form wet, scolds yet is soaking dormant Engulfed in the bod’ly ocean that’s morphed from my mode’s emulsion No ghostly explorer roams through the globe when its core is stolen In hopes that a door will open exposing a golden fortress Thrown from our world as soulless, no solace amongst the homing My love was to flow beyond but resulted in horrid fortune Ignorant to world that’s wholesome. dope encroaches the dome That is prone to the smaller tokens of coping with those emotions I am so high, I might die tonight, or morning Light in my eyes is a brightening shine that’s warming, warning