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like dragons, vines of smoke twist
around their nostrils
their pupils are dead black fireflies
floating in the whites of their eyes
they're all on drugs.
buy a bong, roll a joint
they talk of tokin it up to the moon
leaving their luggage of heavy woes behind
free to taste some morsel of happiness
that they haven't felt since their heart
ran out of batteries-
since they stopped caring
since they stopped thinking
since people began to glamorize
idolize
celebritize
romanticize
and glorify
the act of burning out your brain cells like insects
flying towards electric lights
they're all on drugs.
believing the smoke screen lies
consuming them without hesitation
taking drugs makes you less naive
makes people believe you've seen more
done more, felt more of life as a rebel.
deceit.
buried deep in the ground
beneath all the soil that blocks out the light
i'm in a coffin of affliction
forced in a prison.
but you,
you can escape.
releasing your soul from your worn out body
casting off your shackles and rising to your beloved high.
bored with life, your in a place where you never have to leave the sky.
it's not fair.
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Posted by tobi on 2009-10-17 21:38:20 | Rating: | Views: 13
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