Mr. ACiDmAn

He is here, come to him, to happiness,
Look into his clown eyes, with scents of music and sounds of paint,
Take a journey, step into the lake, feel the fresh, jovial blood across your brain, taking in a lapse of tomorrow,
experiencing vegetables with guts, eyes in trees, and bees, oh, so many bees,
remember the comforting flavor of light, and the can of despair opening in front of you, remember the real world, but twist it with illusions in a cabinet, a walkway in a closet, and the touch of jovial blood,
walk with cancer, take a breath of the fresh illuminations,
take a look inside, finding your pain, finding your life,
breathing, sniffing, swallowing the kaleidoscope colors and riding in a magical van, somebody injects you with candy, you glide on your own miniature car called a stretcher, your parental units next to you as you lie, fade, fade, dead, you just met the aCiDmAn.