Thought my boat was finally plugged of all holes
But even now it seems my head is still leaking
I guess this is what I wanted
But yet I still find myself seeking
For another day that I could feel from my cage
Even the seconds feel dipped in honey
The best high is a good night's rest
But every other day is more muddy
I can't feel my self when I'm high
But even I know deep down
It's all a see through lie
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The 2 A.M Writer (
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Comments1
your brain on drugs. excellent poem!
wonderfully put.
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