have you ever sat up at night
just sat there cigarette after cigarette
a feeling of what the **** is going on
why this and why that
the pillow might as well be cement
the dark inflicts more wounds than rest
what keeps you up
faces, expiriences
**** i dont know
its everything all rolled up
what words exist in any language to describe it
its your worst nightmares
and the best high youve ever known
they simultaneously intertwine
to become something resembling addiction
i mean what else could it be
its the best gift a mind could be given
yet drives you to see your dark edges
like fire and gasoline
its beautifuly destructive
but like ashes on the burnt plains
green grass may grow again