Cannabis corpse - Gateways to inhalation

 

Cannabis corpse - Gateways to inhalation

 

Poured out from the tube of resinated comesA blackness, a vision, annihilation
Utilize augury in these last uncertain days
Apperceiving intoxicant, inhaling is the only way
Deep gaping hole in my mind has expanded
Mind is blank, no more thoughts, stupefacient
Spellworthy vestige terrifying shapeless voidDope encircled passageway

Gateways to Inhalation

Fierce psychic trauma wringing out cerebral sponge
The neurotransmitters are getting stronger
Penetrative power-premonition sees through me
Sees through me

All-consuming swelling pains threaten what existsTotal mental meltdown mount to resist

Titillated, brain activated
Somehow knowing, drugs are flowing

Reawakened enlightenment, reason I have found
Panoplanar vegetable, boundless voids surrounds
Extrasensory expansion hits
Barely graspingAt the end of your wits

Evil visions taunting you, they beckon, "come inside"
Portal summoned forth now from a bloodshot third eye
Stoned again, lost within, what a ride
Lost somewhere in time

Gateways to Inhalation

Cannabis corpse - Where the kind lives

 

Cannabis corpse - Where the kind lives

 

Through my window they arrive and bath me in lime glowing light
They get me high as they abduct, I will do as they instruct
They look towards their leafy ship, I understand and soon submit
Take me away
Kind bud kind of makes me cough
In vapor trails of pot exhaust
Kind bud space craft lifting off

Tripping out from this spaceweed, blurring starlights whiz by me
Flying further through deep space, traveling at cosmic pace
Vast and nebulous their route, returning to home no doubt
Fluid voyage to withstand, terrified, we start to land

Arriving upon this new world, a dense planet of crystal leafed curls
Pure sphere of thick vegetation, a highly evolved hemp civilization
Fortifications and towers loom chronoliths cloaked in carnivourous flowers
My mind is blow from what I see, extravagant extraterrestrial weed

Kind Bud
Space Bong
Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
Where they creep, cruelty
Where the Kind live, Where the Kind live
Where the Kind live

Through crowded streets I am the herded, briefly my death seems averted
Past onlooking plant-people jeering, but it's where I am headed that I

should be fearing
Too stoned to attempt an escape but I do understand what awaits
A table of instruments spells out my fate: a specimen to scientifically rape