I tell them;
“No I wasn’t born into drugs,
I just didn’t want to see an
unbearable life through my
own eyes.”

And no it doesn’t make sense,
But yesterday I went on a trip
To mars with LSD where I
Gazed upon the world by
Myself but with myself but
Instead of me I was a martian.

And I watched the world burn
Just like I did yesterday and as
The planets faded I snorted a line
Of ******* so I could function in
The present day where I heard
Someone scream but it was just
My imagination
- I think.

Sometimes I need to sleep but
I don’t dream,
I can’t dream,
Because my life is a nightmare
That I can’t escape so I smoke
Some **** to drift off into peace
Where I'm in my zen looking at horoscopes
Where it says that tomorrow will
Be better because I’m in line with
Jupiter but I have yet to visit there - yet.

A life through a looking glass of powder
Dreams, green sleeps and pill popping
Alibis and I must admit as I sit here
Smoking a cigarette that the drugs are
Killing my mind but that I don’t mind
Because for the moment I’ll live a happy life
Until my heart gives in and I’m too high
To realize I’ve died.