Methamphetamine Really Isn’t Fun Anymore

With a paranoid soul,
I stare for hours and hours out of my peep hole,
Where beholds a pair of secretive glowing eyes made of gold,
As it's such a sinister little troll that's had my paranoia at tenfold,
I feel as my whole mind begins to fold and nearly implode,
With my emotions no longer being able to go with the flow,
I decide to walk away, undress, and then snort a line of coke,
Followed by taking a hit of meth while I put on my bulletproof vest,
Oh, and yes, surely if it's a fight that these little demons want to see,
Then it'll be a fight that I'll bring outside where I'll make them all regret ever trying to mess with me,
For no longer will I hide and allow them to whisper to me from my lone tree,
As I will tell them all that "I'll no longer be the one to carry out their evil little deeds",
Where I will tell them that statement with a knife and rush at their golden-eyed chief,
You know, just so there's no question of my authority,
Though, with a few steps outside, I see no pair of golden eyes within my vicinity,
Oh, and with "Such lies and deceit!" being the words that I have just screamed,
I hear a whisper whispering to me as it's whispering from my only tree,
Where I decide to scream, "Oh, and you will not be making a mockery of me!",
Though, with nothing but a chuckle as I know this voice is chuckling at me,
I pick up an apple and throw it directly at my lonely little tree,
Where I hear a loud screech and see a shadowy creature drop beneath,
As it's with the sight of a hundred pairs of golden eyes lighting up my scenery,
And surely with my paranoia spiked to the highest degree,
I begin to wonder is this all in my mind? Though, I decide to entrust in my feet,
Where I run, and see this beast begin to chase after me,
I race towards my door, with it being "Bloody murder!" that I scream,
As it's with this peep hole, once again, and just like before consuming all that my eyes see,
I hear that whisper once more, hearing as that whisper turns into a roar,
And hearing as it tells me, like it's told me before,
That "Methamphetamine really isn't fun anymore"

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