There is in a demented mind
Racked by the rages of drugs
less sanity than wandering mosaic
The very source of dementia
Raped by no consciousness of thought
Nor rational image of real being
So to support the habit one trances
Demarcates to shelters of stone
But the pillars divide and escape
That insane being finds himself in solitude
With animals on his lap yet totally alone
Hold on to that dream of rapture and pain
For you live in the whiteout of bitter loneliness
Of which there is no escape and less honor
Vanishing things come from the fourth estate
And shadows of strangers invade your heart
Leaving an unending weaving serpentine
Trapped in the white clouds of rising storm
For there is no escape from the bones of illusion
least you rid yourself of need of false gratitude
Remember all the Commandments and rid of fake Gods
For Drugs are only the illusion leading phantoms
Nightmares to the very dept of the devil in hell
Ode to the man who lies cheats in the web of false image