Sounds that drive stakes into my head,
Hammered down making my head sore.
Rooms start spinning, visions become hazy,
Lights and images of places before.

Collapsing half-on, half-off my bed,
Not very much I can't remember.
Fazing in and out I take my ride,
Through the violet skies of last November.

Sounds clash, colors of red green and white,
Clock spindles continue their turning.
Clouds flash by behind the sun,
Head growing heavy, my eyes less discerning.

I met the wall of my room,
Hearing a loud resounding crashing.
But the floor snuck up behind me,
The subtle end to my thrashing.

I'll never stop this drug of mine,
Being true to me through all these years
Intoxicated by the sweet sounds of today,
The music dancing between my ears.

Drowned Rat

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'ello everybody, long time no type for some of you may know, I haven't been writting much, but I can't seem to concentrate on anything anymore. I'm doing my best till next month when everything gets better...UPDATED ERRORS!!!!

Writer's Interpretation: I wrote this describing how music affects me, and it really is close to a drug-like state (many of you people out there can relate . Another interpretation is a bit of day tripping, which is also a song from the Beatles O.o. Feel free to interpret what you see in my poems, people say alot that I not very concrete with imagry and vague, but I don't like to be very obtrusive so I play with your feelings instead. The best visionary is yourself, mainly because they are the eyes no one eles will ever see through.