A poem about a person lost in a drug haze to the point of death, but defending the addiction with the world's own denial and ugliness
Yes, high on shots, but so is the world
Little more taste and little less woes
Quick goodbye, aspirations unfurled
Yes, bit of Adam in blue heaven
Surrounded by angel dust halos
Shotta my existence, my sovereign
Yes, I’m choking in the cloudy plume
But see the walls dance! Everything glows!
Magic Dragon transporting its bloom
Yes, Master of the house, take your chains
The Lights are amping, no more shadows
Emotionally inert, ceased pains
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