Where am I?
Why are you looking so deeply at me?
This rush...I wonder if I can fly
Piloting dragons while my spine cracks
Alon e I feel yet complete
Contemplating these thoughts, love is what lacks
Cold chills shooting up my bones
My hands...are numb
A look in the mirror only to see a self
morphed clone
A cigarette to calm the sorrow
Every drag to release the pain
Uplifted yet so low
Wearing off now, a gag or a spit
My body starting to ache
I think I need another hit
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
Where am I?
Why are you looking so deeply at me?
This rush...I wonder if I can fly
Piloting dragons while my spine cracks
Alon e I feel yet complete
Contemplating these thoughts, love is what lacks
Cold chills shooting up my bones
My hands...are numb
A look in the mirror only to see a self
morphed clone
A cigarette to calm the sorrow
Every drag to release the pain
Uplifted yet so low
Wearing off now, a gag or a spit
My body starting to ache
I think I need another hit
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