Numbed out on angel dust, you try to zap the demons inside <br />Not in the know that they're on a little joy ride <br />Feeding you a crackpot idea like gobbling the sun <br />As soon as the eternal night falls, the deal is done <br />No longer ozoned, you're left whistling in the dark <br />A dull roar within turns sharply into a furious bark <br />You can't stand the blistering heat, and dive into the pool <br />The water is warm and stagnant, and you blow your cool <br />Managing to tear loose from the beasts, you scream with pain <br />Adam's ale is on fire, and you wish your teardrops could rain<br /><br />Aram Stefanian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pcp/
