Lysergic Acid Diethylamide

Perhaps I am no poet, yet another way I failed at portraying my crazy thoughts.

If only there was a way to understand me, that ‘I’ could be taught.

If there was than I would be taught.

The closets are empty, I could not find any bones.

They must be buried deep, beneath the yellow cove.

I must dig, I must scratch to find the tomb down below.

Because if I don’t do it myself, than nobody will.