Drugs that breath and have a pulse

November 13, 2015

While inhaled into my lungs the positivity seeps into my bloodstream and pulls up the corner of my mouths

But did it ever truly chase the demons away or did I forget

I'd always wanted to meet someone who could give me such a high of oblivion

Erase the past and illustrate the future like

An intricate painting with layers and layers of colored years that expands past the horizon

And being the impulsive human I am

Pull people into this trap that only certain materialistic substances could fit in

And for some reason I'm suprised when a person turns to ashes quicker than a tightly rolled blunt

But a few seem to fill a different void

And I forget about needing to forget

And those are the ones who tend to stay

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