Taste Color

My yellow leather suitcase smells like
Colors and powder forms
Acidic liquids hit quick
I'm seein' mountains form
Rainforests growing out of walls
Blood drowns the floor
I'm floating on a log
Covered in moss
Sprouting spores
You think outside the box
I'm out some more
My face is my house's doors
Multi-colored space suit
A thousand orbs
Flashing strobes
Surrounding my anatomic outfit's form
I'll clown you all
I'm a walking carnival sideshow
Outlet store
The hell I built is a hole
Inside ugly
Like a cleft mouth with sores
You don't get it
Welcome to inside
The ghost of Mr. Hoffmanne
Give me the antidote and six drops
LSD? Don't mind if I do
I look at the Bible and puke
Early stages of dementia
I freestyle confused
Psych' patient
Wild buffoon
Give me a vial of juice
I'll float away like a kidnapped child's balloon
My house is a dead hooker mannequin factory
I'm fine with the fumes
Whistle while I open your insides
Stomach lining and tubes
I make conjoined twins out of prostitutes
Using wire and glue
Back to back so it looks like their spinals are fused
I can barely speak ...