the sky is dropping stars from space
as sweat drips slowly down my face
so much darkness in theese woods
i can't complain i'm feeling good

at night i hear the sounds of teens
i still don't know what all this means
the youth sell drugs that warp perception
the smell of children is the smell of deception

colors spin around the room
clock counts down impending doom
minutes seem like lots of hours
glowing trees and meteor showers

in theese woods i sit and think
i feel the ground about to sink
shaking hard and drowning me
the devilish trees won't let me be

why do colors look like hate?
soon enough i'll meet my fate
seconds going by like hours
glowing trees and meteor showers

sounds like some trip you were on! I like the metaphors and personifications you used. Good job.

thank you, and thanks for reading.

Thats awesome!!!! Keep writing! Really one of the best I have read!

ditto...

great stuff.....you gotta be on something when you wrote that (in a good way).
keep doin what ur doin!!