Psychotropic Last Rites

Poem written by an addict in detox

Headlights psychotropic last rites
Massive burning bonfire of highlights
And what am I supposed to do
Take a vacation to a notion of forgiveness
That soon I'll be turned loose
Unleashed against the anti societal will
When it's anti-society that I hope to move
It's the song of wrong opinion
That should be bolstered by a roaming tune
But at last it's just a banshee of solitude
And I'm inside someones dream of ineptitude

I've got the face of beautiful vision
A liars intuition of no self promotion
No foster home for falser children
Or missions of romantic corruption
Just jeweled visions when I push a button

Phasing brisky nights away from
Drumming up a master
Plastered in a jaded crush
Of hopeful nonsense
That soon shall pass
Toth you liar and musical saint
Bring me fortune and bring me fame
At the price of living with a speckled diet
Of demon hoof caviar and blood champagne

And for what purpose should I encounter righteous blame
To free myself from mass opinion and finally torch my quiet flame
Amongst a citadel of sinners innocent by formal name