Monday, March 27, 2017 | By: The Write Thing.

Love and other drugs

Drugs, drinks, damp rooms,
Silently tickling down your nervous spine,
Radar of the conscious, geared up for fumes,
Forgetting what belongs to the world, what is mine.

Menace of the heart, sleep;
Camouflage what exists, shatter.
Your world, the dark room; weep;
Tick tock, tick tock; doesn't matter.

Eyes wide shut, eyes half open;
Frail mind, scarred skin,
Lit doobies, bong hits, bottles poppin'
Submitted, warm soul, burnt often.

Lay there, count stars, count again,
Don't come back, let more in, bad world, hide;
Don't reason, muscled in vain;
leave if you must, but leave some morphine by my bedside.

Night night, sleep tight;
One day at a time, masked cry;
Don't give up this fight, watch it bite, right alright;
Inhale, breathe out, die and dry.

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