Poem, weird, no really... If you're easly freaked out don't read this.

Cyanide and cinnamon mix as each spill to the floor.
Bubbles pop, pink covers the walls,
the room is now doomed.
Unknown substance abuse causes it to become unglued.

Carnage ends as fishing begins,
something rainbow colored in my soup.
Set anchor in the sky to watch the sunset,
Watch people run when I take a poop.

Flavored gas you don't want to pass infects only one breed.
Troubled thoughts counter stupid ones,
vague words from aliens roasting campers over marshmallows,
wish it didn't have to end this way, now I've let the dog loose.

Towards the distance,
into the mouth we must go.
A large frog told me that one,
but I don't think he knows.

Now in the end,
popcorn fills the air.
Titanium walls seal us in,
no one knows we're here.

Try,
please.
Don't,
go.

You,
Me.
I,
know.