The cold touch of death
To the last longing breath
To decay, the silent prayers
To nobody in this world who cares
The cold glass pipe covered in ****
This bewitching mountain town
The dirt river where dreams drown
People walk like zombies
Sadly, this is their “hobby”
Silence with no sound
Cactus stared at all of my mistakes
Sadly here in Tucson there is no lakes
Lizards scurry on the wall
One day someone will experience withdrawal
Life is crazy with no brakes
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 2:41 PM UTC
The cold touch of death
To the last longing breath
To decay, the silent prayers
To nobody in this world who cares
The cold glass pipe covered in ****
This bewitching mountain town
The dirt river where dreams drown
People walk like zombies
Sadly, this is their “hobby”
Silence with no sound
Cactus stared at all of my mistakes
Sadly here in Tucson there is no lakes
Lizards scurry on the wall
One day someone will experience withdrawal
Life is crazy with no brakes
Observation mixed with experience
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