War of substance

The art of addiction & pain

Alcoholic adolescent
I can't remember a mind of sober time.
I should have overdosed in those lines
Racked out and flat lined.
Call it Rick James at his prime.
Pipe drunk in a mental race.
Drifting off into the black
glorifying these pharmaceuticals.
It's my adrenaline that keeps me conscious. Anxiously awaiting the chance to browse the many mysteries of earth.
The dark caves began to cave in; gazing into the speck of sunlight that jolts down like a thunderbolt.
Except it's a rainbow of sunshine
AND Mary-Jane is by my side.
F**k! am I on cloud high Hallucinating?
I've always wanted to take a psychedelic trip soaring in angel dust like a magic carpet ride.
Just a dream vanished and Awake yet a new day.
My beautiful world shared of imagination shattered in reality.
I fein for ecstasy in numbing

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