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The Last Trip

Poetry By: Bobby Evans

A poem about a man who took a special kind of LSD where I controlled the trip. Narrated by me. He couldn't handle the trip..

Submitted:Sep 10, 2011    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

The Last Trip

Words flow like rivers of gold

telling tales taller than any tale ever told

thoughts rain in like a never ending monsoon

Delivering messages to the head with a golden spoon

Giving you a visual experiences kinda like 3D IMAX theater

Im some what of a dreamer

So plug in and catch a ride through my wormhole

If we began to slow down run to the engine room and add more coal

You can't find this vacation on any travel website

The only thing that tops the rush a firefight

If things get to intense just turn on the lights

Well if that don't work then your in for many none stop flights

I'll push the limits of you imagination

One minute your fine, the next your running from the headless horseman

One wrong turn down the rabbit hole you go

Hello Wonderland goodbye Sleepy Hollow

Off you go searching Wonderland with caution

You know the story, trouble is a given

You meet the Caterpillar, Mad Hatter and the rest of the crew

But as fate would have it the Queen of Hearts will come after you

So begins a foot race between you and a playing card

Once you out ran her you notice your no longer in Wonderland your in a graveyard

Fog rolls over the hills only showing the tops to the tombstones

This seems to real, a chill runs over your bones

All of a sudden you hear nothing, No sound

Bodies start climbing up out of the ground

Hundreds and hundreds, your frozen in my tracks

As you can't catch my breath you tell myself this isn't real, just relax

Zombies crawling and walking eyes locked on me

Seems they haven't eaten in years, Your just candy

Few feet they drawl closer and closer

Two feet, one foot, inches their mouths opening wider

You lock eyes with one he's about to devour my entire body

Just like that someone flips the lights on and sets you free

Your stuck on the couch pouring sweat

doubting your decisions, your really starting to regret

The lights flicker your heart drops into your belly

When its lights go out, the room is all bloody

Your heart is pounding so fast

Uncontrollable fear, totally gassed

You can't go on, the fear has taken over your soul

You will do anything to leave this hellhole

Another flash of darkness and blood flows from the walls

The fear almost makes you puke, your skin crawls

Once the light returns you run to the bedroom

Your TV turns on by its self and up goes the volume

You open your closet and grab your old gun

You can't take this, torment ,you just wanted to have fun

You shoot the TV but it has no effect on the loudness

You drop to your knees and ask for forgiveness

You put the pun in your mouth and your whole body goes tight

Hand shaking, You squeeze the trigger BOOM.. All is dead with one last flash of light

By Bobby J Evans


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