its when im high i sit and think more.
i think sober. too much, about the wrong things.
but when i blow one to the face,
when i blow my ******* brains out
thats when people love me.
when im high and by, where no on can touch me.
thats when they love me.
why cant they get that when im down though?
when i need it most?
that loving me with your hands is so basic
when you can love me with your mind
or your heart
or your whole entire being
isnt that good enough?
thats all i want.
i sit and i press down on the skin between my bones in my hand.
deeper with each indent,
i want,
beg,
crave,
need to feel the space there and know i am a star
but all that it is is just meat, and the predator has caught my scent,
so dont waste your time to prey;
there is no prayer that can save me now from making sure these same bones end up in the ground very soon.
yes.
then everyone has to love me with their mind
and their heart
and their whole entire being.
*no one can touch me now,
no one can touch me.