It feels like the sun warms only you
Those black clouds slowly walk away
Body tension disappears
As you drown in the abyss of self-destruction
Aromas turn pleasant
Even the nauseous smoke
Sour, cheap, acidic flavors
Poking holes in your liver
Like Zeus’s eagle
Mind erases all right and wrong
You’re enlightened like Siddhartha
Beyond good and evil
Sometimes when it feels just right
You are alone
The notes play only the music of your soul
When it’s just right
You don’t thrive
It’s just enough
You are enough
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 7:08 AM UTC
It feels like the sun warms only you
Those black clouds slowly walk away
Body tension disappears
As you drown in the abyss of self-destruction
Aromas turn pleasant
Even the nauseous smoke
Sour, cheap, acidic flavors
Poking holes in your liver
Like Zeus’s eagle
Mind erases all right and wrong
You’re enlightened like Siddhartha
Beyond good and evil
Sometimes when it feels just right
You are alone
The notes play only the music of your soul
When it’s just right
You don’t thrive
It’s just enough
You are enough
Sometimes the most dangerous moments
are the ones that feel peaceful.
