Hazed
Fazed
Blazed
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This smoke is a maze,
Lost in between turned upside down, and a backward face.
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Ash across my lap,
Eyes rolled back,
My mother hates to see the burn holes in my jacket flaps.
Eyes replaced by red marbles, that rolled into the back of my head.
Whispers that are marveled, of the wisdom of junkies that I've been fed.
Cockroaches of thoughts roll across the floor,
And the maze of this house , just blinds me some more.
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The Darker Thoughts of me, Not sorry.
PoetryJust some poetry/writing that I cannot put into my original book. 18+, graphic but still somewhat relatable. Read on...
