By: Matt Gregg
Snowflakes drifting threw and threw
and past and in an interloop
can't control the laughter
up and down and insideout
this place it spinns much faster
My words they come out backwords
down sideways slopes hidden inside my tounge
The purple fungus butterflys
are filling up my mind
I taist the colors
see the sounds
as my feet fly swiftly over candy mounds
My soul once torn
feels at home
reborn
Is this the heaven i thought was fake?
All alonge was it not a lie?
Suddenly i know im wrong
my stomouch is the first to know
as the pain brings me to my knees
to greet this great white bowl
and i let the awful taisting sin
slide off my twitching tounge and in...