I pray to god, I'm in need of relief because this LSDs' got me thinking oceans deep while I attempt to sleep my reoccurring dreams pause, rewind, play then repeat. A drug so sweet, but taste so bitter, shamefully you're what got me through that cold December. I can't remember exactly our last encounter together when ever or where ever we are the thought of you never strays to far from my reach. I feel inclined to sleep in the bed I made so it would be a shame to blame such a beautiful thing for causing me so much pain and unrest. I used to smoke to ease the stress and abuse *** which led to a bed full of women with only that of lust as their sole intention.