The Atrium

Fields Of Saliva

Hold it in, but not too long.

Something here could go quite wrong.

All the shadows of the grass and trees,

Come all together in the gentle breeze.

Eyes vibrating, things distorted

Better smoked, instead of snorted.

Screaming in the valley, lost in the meadow,

Laughing in the flowers, letting our minds go.

Apparitions cover the soil, crawling up my skin.

Itching all over, don't know if they can't get in.

Hear the voices, but can't find the source of it all.

Standing in one single spot; watching the ceiling fall.

I'll be right back in just a sec, just like a minor slip.

I am here and I am there in my little trip.