Bad Trip

There's snakes in the corners
The walls are closing in
There's a beast in my drinking glass
With an evil looking grin
Ceiling fan will eat me
If I dare to fall asleep
Have to use the bathroom
But that's where the giant spiders creep
People are looking at me funny
Like they wonder how I taste
I'm to young to be mauled
My poor short life gone to waste
Please Someone I pray
Don't let the monsters win
I swear, I Swear!
I'll never do shrooms again!