Never took any drugs and wonder it is like to be a junkie? Can you imagine what is it like to live through a crisis? Let me help you understand...This is just an abstract shitty story about my very own crack addiction where I'll speak from the two main perspectives; abstinence and high.
feeling crisis and anxiety
Too much weird forms
Followed me through lighting storms
Weird forms flicked all night
In front of my eyes, so bright
While I drove on the roads
And chased on the railroads
From town to town
With skyscrapers of brown
I cried so much In the rain
In this brown, I felt so much pain
But then comes sun I still couldn't laugh
In my life, this is the last paragraph
I caressed the heads of most venomous snakes
And underwater beasts that live in the lakes
Went full-crazy and screamed as a beast
When sound of my desperation was released
All the way to a city where there was no one
I realized that many things is unspoken and undone
And then I took some crack...
feeling horror and desperation with illusion of happines
I fell right on the spot
But I felt like on an onslaught
I stopped there, all by crack
I want my old myself back
Nobody sees me here
No chance for mishear
I don't want anyone to listen to me
I want to be wild animal or a bee
Here I'm happy and serene
But I'm not from crack clean
I'm in the town of the lost souls
Trying to fight all my demons and ghouls
