It grabs me...
Taste of haste -
longing for a tongue full,
of soul warming liquid.
Riptides rushing,
pushing the clouds down,
until my vision's foggy.
When I wake up,
I'm dizzy and groggy;
sadly, I call up my friend,
wanting my friends.
They're fiends to life,
not a chance that he'll -
exceed my price.
Listening to music,
my 'groove', I'll tune it,
turn it to my favorite,
'I feel like dying'.
In a way I can relate,
but its late -
I need to drown in my lake.
Fizz is business,
my bladder's too full
cups won't fill this.
Pain is medication's failure,
so for now,
I'll puff puff pass as I feel less.
Once a memory and once a habbit,
it grabs me, day by day..
I don't care though,
just give me a bottle,
a joint -
and tomorrow give me my grave.
Sincerely -
Jonathon