Opium smoke billowed down the umbilical cord attached to MY white skull
...I just don't do drugs anymore,
and as all people have done drugs before know
this just means I'm not reliant on God nor a substance for love
so,of course,
I still partake...in diffrent mind states
I wade threw alley ways
waking up on roofs to the summers warm rain
faint cries to the humans starting their days
though my mind a waste,
not one single moment wasted,
I pace and claim to be tasteless
trace my steps while draped in faint explanations
fatal deprivation keeps my fables cradled
on the verge of being stable
& I just lose it all over again on the river card.
Im just waiting for her
c'est la vie
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