It seems all i can get high on now is cigarettes,

sitting in the bathroom,

alone

it’s kind of sad

i cant even get high on alcohol

maybe if i overdo it

and even then i dont’ have any fun

i miss you

and getting high

simply on life and oxygen

and each other

when we meet

shall we dance

or shall we ****

or shall we **** and dance

a sublime melding of body and music

surreal

like cigarette smoke in the bathroom mirror

will you let me lead

to heaven

to hell

through the valley of death

through the shadow of light

i will be your angel of death

or love

or light

whatever you ask of me i will give

or do

or be

except being an eternity from you

the creeping cold

the moon madness

searching for a face in the stars

yet not knowing who I search for

then finally staring at the stars

at the shadow of light

at the valley of death

like smoke in a mirror

ethereal

body and music divided

**** and dance

****

dance

final meeting

life is oxygen

final "high"

one last cigarette

kind of sad

alone

in the bathroom

****.....why can’t i get high.