pioneering_south said:Pure bliss, but I'm coming down faster, into pure pissed.
Pure wasted, because two grams I've tasted,
What a waste when I think about what else I could have made.
Over 12 hours I've flown, getting blown, and grown( after getting stoned)
"Last time for me," I always say, when I enter hades gates.
Those fiery gates, they tie me down and torture my thoughts.
They lock me up and take what I should have bought,
and they throw it up my nose, what a waste.. what a sweet taste,
for a short while, I was in the groove, and now I am considering my next move.
Half a gram, just to fel good agian, 18 bucks, and for what, a sore nose to the touch?
Yeah, I can't hardly hold a poetic phrase, cause my brain is fried and glazed.
So swweet that glaze, and then you get fat on lack of praise,
fat on the lack of feeling good, in this fucked up maze, ( of life as a Human)
The maze of life, so many tries, give me one more lord, make this comedown nice.
Thanks you for my blessings, and my curses, father, lord, guide me even farther,
So many chances in life, thank you God for giving me your hand to make it right.
The hand of self motivation, that your spirit gave us when you created all of creation.
All of creation, what you have created, you can destroy, like an entire nation.
In one move you can pull me up out of damnation, into the light of your word of salvation.
In the name of Jesus, Amen
Hey that was a beautiful poem/prayer there. You wrote that while coming down?

I'm about done with the stuff meself. Yes. I'm done with it, I'll never date the white lady again. Yep. Done. Done. Damnit, I'm DONE. Crap.