Stoned....

What will satisfy my hormones on fire?
The sky's illusion,
Visual stimulation for an erotic desire,
Should I curse my own reflection?

You couldn't have a reason for this bloodbath,
Apart from your fears,
I am alone in this path,
A psychedelic spell in my glass of beer.

As I am drenched by the rain of love,
Struck by a complacent design,
It curdles my blood.
Intoxication has vanquished my mind...

You're always stoned when immersed in pioneering sights,
A vision to clear the clutter of your past,
You're stoned for the approach of life,
This vast holiday of the heart...

You were betrayed by lust,
As you were deceived by a hallucination,
Yet you cursed love,
Yet you judged your beauty by just a mere reflection.

The seductress led you to a dazed tempest,
You were seized until your mind was hazy,
This tragedienne led you to fear your wits,
You survived because of your repartee.

Picture from the net- ( theandrewwoods.com )