My Favourite Things Poem by Sub Zero

Bright colours on tiles
Which drip from the cieling
My vision is blurry but oh what a feeling
This is the trip that acid will bring
These are a few of my favourite things

On my way home now
Avoiding dead witches
I'm all by myself but I'm sure I heard whispers
I laughed at a stray cat I thought I heard sing
These are a few of my favourite things

Arrived home at dawn
I feel myself tweaking
Have I gone crazy or was Mona Lisa speaking?
Crystals in glass pipes, I'm higher than wind
These are a few of my favourite things

Ran up the stairs
Where I thought I heard crying
But the sound that I heard was a sciccareddu dying
Accused a blind bat with a broken wing
These are a few of my favourite things

Crystals in glass pipes
Cartoons on cardboard
And toke heroin sometimes to come down when I'm bored
God forgive me if drugs are a sin
These are a few of my favourite things
I think of the thoughts I have within
You used to be my favourite thing
My nights are nice but my days a dim
You used to be my favourite thing
I'm free in my mind but a slave within
You used to be my favourite thing
I cry I cry and you crave for him
I used to be your favourite thing
I die and the sky comes caving in
I used to be your favourite thing
You're mine in my eyes but stay with him
I used to be your favourite thing
Crazy for me but sane with him
I used to be your favourite thing
I want time to rewind but where to begin?
I used to be your favourite thing
Crazy gone I have, insane within
I used to be your favourite thing
I used to be your favourite thing
I used to be your favourite thing
I used to be your favourite thing