I sit,
I stare,
Blank mind,
floating in air,
looking to nowhere,
finding nothing,
tripping on acid.

I see colour,
pointy shapes,
smooth lines,
patterns,
blurs,
slurrs,
I've done it again,
tripping on acid.

Dark,
dim,
blood red,
warm liquid,
pink bits,
spattered everywhere,
I've done it again,
tripping on acid.

All I know,
destroyed in front of me,
my girl,
my friends,
at last it's time for me,
I reach for the gun,
put it to my head,
pull the trigger,
I've done it my last time,
tripping on acid.