Alice in chains

Hole of pain
of pleasure of dispair.
The sinking feeling I know
comes after tripping,
whenever I cheat myself
about the reasons
my mind works for.

Tyger burning bright,
jumping sideways
over the stream,
Flowing into unknown parts
of the rabbit.

Fill me, rabbit,
teach the meaning of
Pink
to an empty vessel
of imaginery.

Trust you I don’t;
the tooth is green grim
Prima Donna of lust
opening the hole
Of pain
Of pleasure
Of despair
to suck me in
once more.

Finished on 07-18-2002