thc

nighttime and the sunset bears no light no more, so i can spark up this cannabis.

smoke clouds blur my face from yours, everything around me gets so hazy.

when the smoke clears, am i crying or happy in this pure bliss that i kiss?

filters and rolling papers litter the ground, i couldn’t imagine my life now six months ago.

life’s been staying low lately, relying on the fates that i been creating, but i run late.

sweet release as the high sits in my cold veins, warmth from no one but that joint heat. 

in the clouds slowly drifting from the world below, above all the paths I’ve chosen.

thc dreams and i can see it all, see the webs of my life and tear them down.

i’m not talking to you about my pain, can this conversation before i breakdown.

times like this is when normalcy consumes my shivering soul, i wanna smoke a bowl.

my eyes glitters and the lips taste sweet like dole whip, chip on my shoulder gone.

i long for romance, but i can’t bother to try, so i’ll cry softly to my blunt.

and when i fade, i cascade down the pits i belong to and never return ‘till the next day.

soothes the cuts from just living my life, puffing gas to escape the blades.

the hate i have for myself disappears under the magician’s hat when i’m high.

sat in the smoke for too long, addictions are liberating from the chains around me.

but i rely on this too much, i can’t sleep without it because it blocks the haunting dreams.

i cry too much to be happy, i see people’s lives and question how they live in bliss.

my soul hisses at them, too consumed with rage and jealousy to correct my faults.

too many people stepped on my fault lines, so their quakes shake my core.

too many people closed the door on me before i could change for them, for me.

peeing outside because i can’t even trust myself to make the toilet bowl.

wishing for someone to hold my hands when i begin to shiver and my mouth quivers. 

hiding from the silver moonlight because to see myself is death at this point.

cannabis can’t help me escape the pain that remains in the pockets of my soul.

soul wearing levi’s jeans and the problems are stitched into the material.

yeah, i'm craving cereal with this high, but food is something i wanna say goodbye to.

trapped in this circle of life where i mix my drugs to cope with the reality i hate.

maybe this is my somewhat of a fate and my death has been calling, i'm just late.