I’m craving a smoke
I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog
to fill my empty lungs to
pass the time to
feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with
solitude
and meditate in cramped spaces with no air.
Lightheadedness
I hope one day you find what you are looking for but I still won’t
count my blessings. Despair is
an art
and I
try too hard sometimes to ignore pain.
And other times to fill my lungs with
a kind of tragic beauty
that kills.
I know you too feel the endless bitter burn of existence, I know your
melancholy
Oh too well. I’m in love with my suffering now, are you?
The way it
scratches too soft, too hard, tickles and then subsides. The way it
travels through your veins and insides, fills you with
all sorts of burns and bruises but
I’m just craving a smoke right now.
When you're full of sad
Just open up a vein
And empty it all into the toilet.
There is bliss in lightheadedness
Fading into perpetual
Slumbering ease.
When both my feet don’t touch the ground
Lightheadedness proves overwhelming
Turbulent thoughts going while coming
They swirl about me round and round
Cloaked in black a moonless night
The howling dreadful spiteful wind prevails
Spellbound drags me over hills and vales
Like a ragdoll in the midst of a bullfight
Trails of lingering spirit ghouls
Hover over murky haze of mistiness
Harassing in dark gloomy cloudiness
Wrangling reaping mangled souls
Blurry visions twirl above
Creating mayhem in their path
Unleashing bold raging wrath
Till afar I think I see a dove
Fearing I’ll break into a coma
I force myself to get a grip
Catch my breath with every dip
Holding out for familiar terra firma
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I lay flat before the bending , way
past the break
Its a lot like love with that
unusual sent , becoming
vulnerable. Beside the notion
against the hoursscattered ,
seconds which swril from
focused beams of brutal bliss.
Casually confronted charging in
and around odd ponders.
There`s a presence prescribed
rising slow though sleek and
steady. Welcome to the nervous
room where our lightheadedness
grows horribly heavy.
I lay flat before the bending , way
past the break
Its a lot like love with that
unusual sent , becoming
vulnerable. Beside the notion
against the hoursscattered ,
seconds which swril from
focused beams of brutal bliss.
Casually confronted charging in
and around odd ponders.
There`s a presence prescribed
rising slow though sleek and
steady. Welcome to the nervous
room where our lightheadedness
grows horribly heavy.
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