Use both pipes and the needles, insane in the brain
Bottled up feelings? The bottles a friend
Until you lose the last drip of ink in your pen
The sober onlookers, dont know what to do
They also are angry, empty, and misused
The blind can lead blind? Why that is not true
I've seen bigger scars, I've beared broader wounds
It's not about me, it all comes back to you
Walking the gultch with a stone in your shoe
Grimacing ugly with so much to prove
Fading to black under ivory moons
Why are we frightened? Why so afraid?
Life is disheartening, a dirty charade
Our hope leaves us lost, it's fragrence is ash
We long to get even, we love to get mad
Darkness alluring, alone in its wake
A drug is a friend to withstand what we take
This burden of life, this ultimate fate
This cold lonely prison, the warm cozy fade
A moment its priceless, but misery returns
Like hunger to stomachs, like dirt unto worms
We shrivel and scavange, abuse and intake
We destroy our outlets, and wills to create
After all this addiction, the proper response
To go on a journey for memories lost
To forego the fancy of highs, lows and drug
And make our return to a person we love
A person whose worthy. A people thats real.
A tribe in the desert that shares forth a meal.
To mellow and waste, is a ploy we must shrug
And venture unceasingly towards the beyond
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