Internal Toxic's By F Isci All I want to do is sleep! sleep! sleep! in drunken blue, in a deep bottle of dreams walking and dancing in the mind without reality interferences. Terribly I wake up throwing up in an unknown jail, too late! the internal toxic's that invaded me has also taken my life without future parol .Puff! Puff! Puff! all I want to do is fill up my veins with the air of smokin blues that will fill my air of relaxation, I wake up the next morning in a blue room learning I no longer have my lungs. Enough! Enough! Enough! I go through the phase of eating nonstop like a green light on the go and forgetting the red light which is covered like a syrup on a cake of fruits, I go on and on until I can no longer walk but suffer the agony of weight that has served bars while my internal soul is dying to flow in mid air freely and energetic like a train passing through the tracks. Too late the internal toxic's have invaded the gift of free will and sadly by those who could not appreciate.