Addicted

I just wanna live on the wild side,

Flying where the birds fly.

High in the ganja trees

Stuffy air and hazy memories

Whirling laughs make the glue of this dancing cocktail

Bottles clink and swish and I’m hooked.

Hollow breaths and I inhale strongly,

Clouded dreams spin around me,

Silky smoke swirl lingers

Warmth of a paper bud pressed between my fingers

Chatter of comforting voices I know well, morph

My eyes glass over as my mind is lulled.

When you’ve had the bud,

You don’t wanna hear the beating thud of all my crud.

Slide into a state of bliss and miss all of this

Waiting for a passing kiss.

Hanging on, you can’t avoid the throng

Of others passing it along.

Or just sit there alone on the end of an empty phone

Line. It all passing by like the end of time

What a way to unwind

Feel the razor blade tense against my skin

Scratch to set free and I’ll let y’ in.

If when the trickle flows

You watch it run, catch it before it goes.

The dizzy dark room closes in around me, Blinded,

My fingertips find you and together we’re safe.

The devil brings you glee,

You bring the devil out in me, chuck it away finally.

Kill engraved on my flesh, in dried red- it’s the best.

Nah you don’t wanna forget

Beautiful like art, contemporaries tear it

Apart, not like Kocoschka

He drew my psychological portrait it was fate

For debate my life on the line

Drop by some time, why don’t you?

2005