THC all in my blood.
Red eyes, pale lips, tears are about to flood,
Red as western red-bud, from the Hyades mud.
Beblood the white flower bud,
Does Beelzebub has a crud.
Like a parasite leashed on to me,
Photoelectric effect it has to be.
Dark rain fell onto me.,
Lark forgot his song,do you see.
Ghosts of the past disturb us all,
They don't stop until we fall.
And I forget to have a conversation with me,
How can I have a chat with thee?
You see, I have a plea,
I don't want the world to **** my blood like a flea.
This past, even God can't change,
Why worry about it, it's so strange.
Even I can't find a function's range,
I think I have to get Dr. strange.
Melatonin send me to sleep,
I don't wanna wake up with that morning bleep.
At photoelectric effect demons of past did wake
Is all my poetry fake?
Like a symbiotic leashed on to me.