old shit poem i wrote about an acid trip gone wrong

i wrote this the night i took 3 hits or more and deciced to watch hostel 2..which if you dont know already..is a movie about..pretty much just, torture. yeah. im..retarded. XD

side note: i decided a long time ago i fucking hated the way this was written. probably because i tried to write it while i had writers BLOCK. so yeah, no success. OH MY FUCK I JUST RE-READ IT IT'S ATROCIOUS! *sigh* w/e.



maladjust*

dear god,
the floor was filfthy
dear god,
the sky was lousy with stars
dear god ,
my muscles were strangled
dear god,
eyes stuck--
on the bathroom tile
dear god,
the bath towels bled color
while all surroundings lacked viscosity
dear god,
i heard the ground talking
oh joy my house is a vessel now
dear god,
can't slow my heart down
dear god,
no sleep follows dawn
dear god,
can't keep the pen steady
dear god
seeing is believing
and with that
dear god-
boy have i fucked up.

"do the words: 'WELCOME RELIEF' mean anything to you?

OH MY GOD MY HEAD SOMEONE PLEASE INJECT ME WITH DILUADID SO I CAN RUN CIRCLES AROUND THE MOOOON
no, fucking seriously.