The dawn is a nice greeting As I step up past my *****. The wine The drugs The art They've all been incessantly loved, For about a week now, maybe more. Women, clowns, Demons, fairies Possible hallucinations currently Smell of the natural fumes. Mother may belong To their crowd. Whats real oozes of my mind. My mind oozes of whats real. A nice mixture Extracting out indifference.