Sanitarium Echos

Leeching society, sucking it dry.
I'm flying through streets
bat-shit crazy
staying high
on the hog.

Skimming cash
off government cads.

Take my keys now
don't drive me insane,
must leave cause
I now fiend painful
seizure withdrawals.

My sick mind
is crawling some
very dank things;

must clear
cluttered up mess
of mirrored
web-thoughts.

Strung tightly
by tiny
spider weaved
threads.

My friends are rude
so I use them
like toothpaste:
cram in mouth,
spit back out.

Remove decayed
cavity wedged
deeply inside
toxic saliva
filled mind.

Sludge filled veins;
flow my waste
faintly tainted
by vitamin "V",

I'm a thirsty
blood-hound who
drains out bitches
for thrills.

I'll finally love you
this time if you die.
Just don't say
I must pay your
funeral costs.

Hunt for me slowly
with agony pangs,
swallow my
tragedy toss
the remains.

Stuff 'em in
dumpsters
and suffer
no more.

Treat me like trash;
a smashing good time.
pasty-fanged twinks
remain pen-pals for life.

They send singed
postcards stamped
in anthrax's curse,
laced with abuse
and worst type
of true death.

Must tell you dear,
you're not my best friend
nor my shiniest ride:

You're a child's last breath
a fun two-way dead-end;
cryptic farewell hex.

you're gift is my
final goodbye...