Clarity

I know what’s on the menu for tonight
You will drown your dreams
At the bottom of a southern comfort
But the sweet taste of alcohol
Won’t damage your brain cells;
For these have mutated years ago
It won’t ruin your dreams either
This tickling feeling will perfectly suit
Your dark material, my muse
You will blossom into a thousand cacti
Aconites, black locusts and Christmas roses
Your shining will disintegrate feeble minds,
Eradicate normality the way we know it
And shall set free humanity’s greatest gift