Pcp Poem by Aram Stefanian

Numbed out on angel dust, you try to zap the demons inside
Not in the know that they're on a little joy ride
Feeding you a crackpot idea like gobbling the sun
As soon as the eternal night falls, the deal is done
No longer ozoned, you're left whistling in the dark
A dull roar within turns sharply into a furious bark
You can't stand the blistering heat, and dive into the pool
The water is warm and stagnant, and you blow your cool
Managing to tear loose from the beasts, you scream with pain
Adam's ale is on fire, and you wish your teardrops could rain