This little bag where can it take me
I'll try it once, so please don't forsake me

As I nod off into another land
I get cigarette burns upon my hands

As I drop my head, into my lap
the feelings of euphoria is where i'm at

When someone tries to wake me
I can only say i'm wasted

let my enjoy this high
as I  float in the sky

They said my lips had turned blue
and I was no longer breathing

So someone then slapped me
to keep me breathing

I fell to the floor with a face of death
Someone gave me CPR to keep me from death

I woke from this high
with feelings of pleasure

Only wanting one thing
So what does one bring

Another little bag
So I won't be sad

Could my words describe a familiar place
A feeling of love or a bitter taste
Or do they echo through time as an endless rhyme
Never stopping to unravel, leaving naught behind

Perhaps they’re merely spoken out of such demise
An incoherent babble of a madman sublime
Should they speak of rage as of life in a cage
I have written of hate, such a shocking page

Yet I would that my words could somehow describe
The part of me buried inside
And so they may know I am something else
Than the person you see when you look at yourself
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