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)
- 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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