i'd like to get
drunk; to be at that
point where you're completely
still able to form sentences,
and maybe see if
i can write better.
all the good writers
are alcoholics anyway.
and i want to be like that.
i want to
get high just to see
if it's really
told me it was; if
you feel like
you're flying through
clouds of pleasant
i guess that's what we
called love in the
and i still live by
i like to pretend
out of my
mind just to
see people react
and to see
the pity i always acted like i
wanted; and maybe i'll
what goes on
inside my head.
i'm not really as
drugged as you think
and i still feel like
i'm in love with those
Full of questions , impatience and hope
Long past behind me the era of seeking a cure
To my troubles, the answer is dope.
I wish I could share memories of joy
Of my childhood; such a disparity
My lifestyle simply has come to deploy
Overwhelming tentacles over my sanity.
When I was younger , a boy who believed
In the strength of his mind, he was so wise
Yet from all this faith; he never concieved
That he'd become the prophet of his own demise.
Lying down on the floor, in a pool of my blood
I can't help but wonder what a man I became
The boy I suffocated , dragged in the mud
Would simply cast me way, I'm a shame.
When I was a little I used to laugh and play
My innocent mind was a treasure
Now that pinch of innocence has been cast away
Crushed by my utter reality failure.
Sensing my fading energy, I surrender
And wish to dream for just one second
Return to the time when all was splendor
When I was innocent and young...
In my last seconds I ga
Seeking abnormalities to write
Nibbling, nibbling, nibbling
Chewing nails out of sight
Giggling, giggling, giggling
Such strange words, not so bright
Babbling, babbling, babbling
No inspiration, nor any light