Addicted ..#$%&*@!!!

O.G. Tone

I smoked a moon rock the other day?

Its know two days later in the afternoon

Im sweating like a moron with know underwear on in a cold room

My pupils are dilated so I assume im stoned?

Im so fuck-N-paranoid?..Like I am trapped in a dark room

I see demons?..So I close one eye in I pray, I kept the other eye open so I can feel some what brave

Its only me I keep telling myself

The more I see these demons the more I feel death

My heart is pounding?..My only mind is out of control

Im trying to hold on to the mere reality

when the DEVIL himself is pulling @ my soul

I am talking to myself?

But god only knows?..Its me talking JESUS!!!

But my words are being controlled

I said if its the end Lord?..Then take my soul

At that moment I woke up in a salad bowl?

I thought I had died?..But I was hella fuck-N-cold?

I was trapped in a freezer @ work?

I was naked, in ashamed?

I may lose the only job I ever had?

But its me I blame? ................................I may be addicted but its my selfish

Brain

 

 

 

 

  • Author: O.G. Tone (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 26th, 2017 12:01
  • Comment from author about the poem: this poem is a hard reality of how the brain traps you into thinking you are addicted to something, when its all in your brain.
  • Category: Unclassified
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