Purple Haze

Clouds my head

Deludes me so

I think I'm dead

It likes to slither through my mind

Hiding thoughts I wish to find

I try to get up

Out of bed

I can't because

I think I'm dead

The Predator called

Purple Haze

Will turn my path

Into a maze

An Apology?

I think not

It would rather

Have me rot

My thoughts it stirs like

Witches Brew

Now all I see is Blue

Purple Haze