I don't know
my own **** self
I'm mostly alone
I carry my own sticks
and my words hit like stone

The bones always rise
To whisper secret blackness
in the veil of perception
deception

It's all the same
Words whispered, thoughts all mesmerized
petroleum, Co2, and maybe
we can get some acid
in here

You

Seem

To

Think

You're In Control
....
Best of luck