Post War Bliss:

subproject 3

this terror in my head wont heal,

stripping away the layers like orange peel

my broken memories I’ve not forgotten,

periodically scratching riddles on the wall,

with no recollection of what I’m driven to drawn

gentle persuasion through electroshock

caused my mind to shift ………………………

I’m walking a black path illuminated poorly 

by the remnants of LSD and tranquilizers 

an unwilling participant for those that stood before me

restrictive isolation - telltale signs of sleep deprivation, 

senses severely dulled due to repeated exposure to

varied nerve gases, project ‘Artichoke’

mind control of the masses ………………………

a mind vulture,

MK ULTRA …………………