Discombobulated, I feel like I'm spinning
Lights blinding, then they dimming
I want to get a grip, I'd be lying saying that I'm winning
Torturing my mind, should be considered sinning
This boundary between this reality and space is thinning
I'm all over the place, the devil on my shoulder is grinning
The part where the sky and clouds touch, my mind is blending..
Whirlwind
I had a bad trip last time, a bad bend
Worse head pains than being a bad friend
This feeling is comforting for the sad friend
As things have to come to a sad end
I love and hate being geeked, my alternate world ends.
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High on Life
PoetryMany ways that different drugs can make you feel. From hardcore to little boosts, you still have your fix. Some struggle with addiction, some with moderation, some with just tolerance. Take a trip with me friends, buckle up!
