Relief but not really


I’m so high I have touched the sky

As I wave goodbye to the noise

I fly to the moon as it cradles me tight

It’s quiet here there is no tears

As the fear dissipates


The whisper is constant

Where are the colors, shades, and hues?

I’m here so high cradled by the moon

Its quiet here and there is relief

The cost too much to pay

Where are the colors when I’m high?

Its quiet here there is no tears

The shades are gone I have entered a void

Through this beautiful opioid

No thoughts?!

Just functioning

I got to get of this thing

The cost is too much

Please return the colors, shades, and hues

  • Author: semtrap (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2016 10:44
  • Category: Unclassified
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