Reflecting on old habits
Once was blind from all tablets
Wrapped inside the devils blanket
His worshipping, is what I practice
Oh how I wished I hadn't
Having his way with me on my darkest days
& taking control over me on my pitch black nights
Now to think, there's many other ways I could've handled it
Realizing I could've made a few turns, & stops
Yet, already thinking about hitting the high way
Numb to the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair, the warmth of the sun beaming down on my face,
deaf to the sounds of nature that surrounded me
So blind, so cold, so dry..

Narcotics are chaotic
if you let the chaos come over you
Mountain high
not visualizing with the naked eye
that the view isn't as clear,
Not clear enough to see your soul falling into its hands
to finally have you as a whole
yet, devour you as one
He will demand, & demand,
you'll obey his commands
Unless you're strong enough to brake free from the chains,
all with bare hands