Cocaine High prt.4

His flesh dripping of sulfur. I have clicks going threw my mind. I had a night where no one would listen to me. I felt I was a target out for death. I have to find my mind. Gain control and lead him to his head. The baby swine with human coils. They collapse at the red velvet fingers of a butchers throbbing mouth. Sticky tongues and high high roads. I never knew where I was going. I kept coming in and out of the right state of mind. I wish I could be his. I would be the divine child of his. He would slowly drive that hand of his down my back. You find him and you find me. Connected at the spine. Boils form on my back as they are filled and filled with children. Goat heads and baby hands make inside the wombs on my back. This pit of fire has become a home. You can never find a way.