Bath Salt Witches

Feeling like a neon star Burning bright yet oh so far Lost in colors thoughts collide High on salts nowhere to hide Crystal edges blur and blend Twisting roads that never end Eyes wide open worlds a haze Heartbeats sync to cosmic place Breathing in the glitter dust Fingers trace the moonbeams rust Inner worlds begin to weave Hopes and dreams spun up my sleeve Midnight city streets echo strange desires Hungers calling out where dreams expire Under neon lights where demons chase I find myself there eating a face They say its wrong but it feels so right Feasting on nightmares under the moonlight In the depths of sin where few dare to trace I can't stop my craving for eating a face