Thoughts run together like they’re gang related
Robbing me of emotions leaving me sedated
Stunned like dummy in slump, effects are dictated
Needles to wrists, arouse body fluids, I made it
Anatomic orgasms numbs me til I’m jaded
It’s a self-inflicted high, call it masturbated
Pleasure within bloodline, no incest, just vain sex
Thrusting toxins inside until I shake and lay to rest
Dumbfounded with heart pulsating through chest
High dose tonics paralyze my distress
Lost dialogue sounds from smothered deep breaths
Drained of energy and soul, eyes roll right to left
Unimaginable bliss to reach superb destinations
These are the results of obscure manic fornication
High off life
Never wishing to sober up
Ruining this perfect anticipated feeling
Driving this road blindfolded;
With no fear of crashing
Pick pocketing my adrenaline
Maybe this life isn’t
meant for me.
I wouldn’t be astonished
…or if was void
for a second
Consulting with self,
blowing these foreign trees;
brain cells are weakened,
running low of my memory.
High as time flies on
the wings of a bumblebee,
zoning with the jones
legalizing this remedy.
Floating on planets,
aliens stalk me.
The crescent of the moon,
now opposes to me.
Dangling from asteroids,
lids sag like pine trees.
Eyes remain closed,
not confronting reality.
– Ms. Tioko