monotony
has sunken
and broken me
piece by piece
this dismal
abyssmal drag

smoke that i pull
making life pour
into a paper cup
stuck with pins
and left out
in the open
for when it rains

its no concern
because my brain
it cant discern
****** needles
and happy titters
from gnarly shivers
and ghastly sniffers

its the curse
subhuman almost
theres no purpose
i grow in riches
but tar black pus
secretes from my soul

such is life

do u wanna get high?