Skulls and Cross-bones smile like an armband boisterously A brainwashing formula I have yet to discover leaves me grizzled With Spectral Illusions and dilated pupils The liquor is calling out to me again I don't even fancy a drink Emesis Volcano with Oriental Eyes A liberating vision, A spiritual Earthquake My armor is like Tempered Steel An Atomic surge, similar to Treason Purges the once permanent contaminations My temples pulsed with purple veins As I penetrated the Blood-Thirsty Dungeon I deciphered the hidden literature And dealt with razor-sharp abdominal pains The Blood is back...I can feel it The cigarettes lay idle next to an old fashioned typewriter My fists balled... Celebrated aspirin ingested, my cerebral functions decline A mad-house Collapse What have I done to myself? Who is it that listens increasingly interested to my misfortunes? A Tsunami of Belligerence, Immaculate and Super-Charged Echoed in Nightmare-Land,...
(now known as The Riverside Times)