Faulse Memory

Dancing with crystals blowing smoke through my nostrils, believing in the delusion escaping from it's firm grasp; the memories never ending it's in my dreams, interrupting my purpose lieing to my face, I could be deceased a faulse memory imbedded in the cerebral; knocking against your scull begging to be seen but forgotten once again, beautifully undone yet gracefully at peace, never will I taste your resin again the glass slipping from between my lips; shattering like my heart dripping with eternal dread, I needed you but I hate you, I thought your were my friend; but you're my enemy to your grave; you I send.