Psycho-delic

[Venom]

Latest verse for a topical battle I did on LA. Topic was:

"You take lsd at a carnival and cant differentiate the trip from reality. Share your experience."

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I entered the gates.. - hallucinations produce amazement
tracers crawl the floors causing duplications
retinas injected with the spectrum - plumes of radiance
as the past seems to shatter while the future's painted
I watch as the present floats off into the vagueness..
..telescopes give petty quotes to true creation
this epic gloam's an exit post for who can trade in
heavy souls against the ropes for lubrication

I stagger past a man attacking ducks that produce payments
and dancers clad in facts like "if you suck, become outrageous"
their movements seem to ripple through the rides' illuminations
waltzing to the waltzers.. - silent foolish maidens
a group engages.. - all eyes the size of frisbees
they mouthed aggressive questions, I lied until quiz ceased
I split streets with strides to try to find a fit scene
til in triumph I retired through a door lit up by big screens..

I encountered pillars embraced by a thousand figures
.. how they linger in this house of mirrors ..
shrouded pictures held in place by rounded fixtures
faces staring back through countless winters
my fingers drown my vision so I get eidetic image streams
that flow like mountain rivers.. - unfettered liquid dreams
lucid pools of red & blue behind my eyelids
but the darkness drips in despite my fighting..

I regain myself to escape this mental inception
the light of the room reduces the devil's projections
a mistake - I head to the centre of the congestion
but this is too soon for such existential self-reflection..
I see my head shrunk, then it dissipates as I move past
my legs come up to my face; I spin around the room - trapped..
next my neck pops back up through my shoulders
and mephistopheles has flexed my pupils to boulders..

.. I'm soulless .. I feel the black peel back the visuals
til a mass blank canvas & the mirrors are residual
I'm face to face with the faceless, my mind produces diction:
"I was eighteen. You killed me. I am your victim."