Opening your third eye
but it’s like you used a knife
and the trips you took on shrooms
I didn’t know if you would come back from
your speech was garbled on the comedown
a swarm of jank syntax and lip jerks
you found God in the couch cushions
and tried every religion within a week

We used to watch gore videos
Cartel chainsaw executions
and chinese factory catastrophes
were the primary ones
and you told me about digging up
the bones of animals you buried
because you liked to watch them decompose

Now it’s crystals and namaste
you telling me how dark it all was
and how I fed on the tragic energy,
these blackened and jagged bits of smoke
like I was some kind of psychic vampire
but I remember a time you joined in
and we drained the world vicariously

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