My brain drives at the possibilities of what was my drug, and what is now the sole fruit of my motivation. It’s not love…it never was.
I begin to not comprehend where I am, I am drowning in this drug of life..this drug that has become my home..
Injected in to my heart, like satan in a little child, I begin to reprimand what I would do if I lost balance,
Torn away from the sole heir of my psychological balance, the plasma that constructed my imagination,
I frightens me and eyes wild as two hares in a headlight, I begin to see the death of my little imagination, my little world dropping,
hold me…. drug me…
I contemplate craziness as a new opportunity and my sole objective is light the stage and show them how crazy I can be,
The money will flow and the candles will light brighter than ever before, my drug will sit and stare at me,
…with motherly eyes knowing full well that it made me what I am today,
I shall not bow my head nor let go off the GO, the breaking point is only defined by what you make of it,
A pinch of salt there, a sip of my drug here and there is no end, but many beginnings, and many more moments of pleasure,
I endure… I endure to tell you that I am non-accepting of this facsimile farce of society, they are fake and I will make,
A lifelong decision to stick to what I know, drug of mine don’t let me go, let me shine…
don’t let me fall…?
Sobriety is a powerful thing and I wish to ALL the gods in this lifetime, grant me this wish of sobriety,
Prosperity and never jealousy, but simplicity of life comes with sobriety,
This drug doesn’t let me fall, you will not let go, let me be my own person and I will join you in another lifetime,
But sobriety, oh sobriety escapes my soul and is frightened as I am…I am frightened of another life outside my drug,
Maintain your eloquence oh, ye, naive dumplings and never shadow your belligerence,
Remain calm and walk in the moonlight of wish and hope, drugs will calm you but destroy, ye innocent souls,
Smash those angry belligerent thoughts and kill your motives, the true motives are never under duress..
Dress those souls in white and walk in the virginal bathtub of heaven, let angels wash your body with l’oil…and le vin.
Catch the drops as they fall from your eyes to the floor, drugs of ours are never pleasures of yours,
Save me before i kil…ki…..kill
Drug, sweet drug, lets cuddle and be the best of friends, because even though I cannot identify the main root of my motivation,
I know that I can be a fly on the wall, a butterfly in a paradise and it’s made possible under the influence,
The simplest invisible hand in my life makes it possible for me to fly up high and not sink down low,
The spirit of my existence has a best friend,
I’m happy because it makes me comprehend that my place is not seated but standing and running full speed ahead to where I want to go,
We all need drugs, I don’t know where I dropped the pill-box in my life,
Ir-removed from my present state of thinking I think beyond what I see,