Rehabilitation
Stories, tales...More truth!
More cozy boots; Its winter: super cold
Doctor prescribed me with meds: syrups too popping pills and no love potions, learned the hard way that life leans on you when everything seems hazy!
Falling down and hurting myself:
Muscles spasms and headaches to pain killers and ointments for head injuries:
Applying white bandages all around my head; it never helped cause depression caved in every time i looked out...!
To feeling dread and my head locked
So i eased on with plants, planing...
I Know that earth and fire creates
And water provides; Releasing air as I exhale,
subconscious to the conscious mind,
My mind Exiled: casted from the abyss
To the physical plane too all the way back!
Hence why I'm always at the back,
Dark shades and bandanas!
Seeing everything as a dream,
I was clouded by a flock of birds:
Hallucinations on level 10;
Like it only costed a decade of my soul,
So cheap in pennies but not in years!
Days went by too weeks, and probably three lines of work, and finally found love
At least what i thought at the time:
White, A beautiful Caucasian woman loved to powder her self!
The heights as her love excited me
Like ecstasy... Oh the memories:
The highs and lows,
Reminiscing.... Rehabilitation...
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