I’m the phantom of your Ayahuasca dreams,
Creepin’ through shadows like moonlit schemes.
Broker of pacts with your panic attacks,
Demons play nice when I whisper the facts.
Don’t gotta tell nobody, I’m stitched in your throat,
Voice box wired with syringes I wrote.
Baptized lullabies, hexin’ your sins,
Cradled in ash where the silence begins.
I’m the ventriloquist twistin’ your system,
Spittin’ in rhythms that split your religion.
Puppets in haze, morphine ballet,
Ghosts pull strings while your soul decays.
Twisted amens, cremation confessions,
Faith fed to the furnace—no blessings.
Banisteriopsis, marionettist queen,
Pullin’ sinew strings in a vine-laced dream.
She dances your grief in a jungle of pain,
Whispers them hexes like acid rain.
Ayahuasca breath, splice the decay,
Demons curtsy, silence obey.
I’m the glitch in your gospel, the venom in verse,
Every rhyme’s a hearse, every line’s a curse.
I lace your silence with psychotropic gleam,
Dreams drip ink in a ketamine stream.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC
I’m the phantom of your Ayahuasca dreams,
Creepin’ through shadows like moonlit schemes.
Broker of pacts with your panic attacks,
Demons play nice when I whisper the facts.
Don’t gotta tell nobody, I’m stitched in your throat,
Voice box wired with syringes I wrote.
Baptized lullabies, hexin’ your sins,
Cradled in ash where the silence begins.
I’m the ventriloquist twistin’ your system,
Spittin’ in rhythms that split your religion.
Puppets in haze, morphine ballet,
Ghosts pull strings while your soul decays.
Twisted amens, cremation confessions,
Faith fed to the furnace—no blessings.
Banisteriopsis, marionettist queen,
Pullin’ sinew strings in a vine-laced dream.
She dances your grief in a jungle of pain,
Whispers them hexes like acid rain.
Ayahuasca breath, splice the decay,
Demons curtsy, silence obey.
I’m the glitch in your gospel, the venom in verse,
Every rhyme’s a hearse, every line’s a curse.
I lace your silence with psychotropic gleam,
Dreams drip ink in a ketamine stream.