#cocain
Welcome to the house of addictions: please, leave your assumptions at the door. . .
I emptied my pockets
I sorted the change
My conscience receding
Mentality, deranged
A straw in my nose
And a blade in my hand
The velvet of breathing,
Crushed on command
A line of white rabbit
Appears on my desk
Clean, and well sorted,
Yet I am a mess
If a substance is stronger
Than myself, alone,
Perhaps I should ***** it
Addictively prone
For, the path of assumptions
Undoubtedly leads
To the house of addictions
In which you’ll find me. . .
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC