He takes a toke of the smoke
Dancing inside his bong
He falls inside another world
That takes him away from the day
Takes him away from misery
Shows him peace in the battlefield
That he calls his head
A world that takes his hand
So he knows he isn't alone
A world that shows him how to go on
In the dead of night
When the monsters tear him apart
He falls asleep feeling refreshed
Revived
Re inspired
All because of his toke of the smoke
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Desolation Boy 2
PoetryThis ones for the people who feel like human errors every day of their lives All poems are from my head, heart & soul !TRIGGER WARNING!
