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drugs r dope. drugs r dope. the man cried. ... but the problem with highs is the lows in the sky. as the days drag on and he faces a new dawn. often more than happiness he wishes he wasn't born. a demon in ur mind will often take time. Take its time to find and stalk behind you like the hours of each night and day. Only changing in camouflage to act like its not with u, when its with u. a cloudy vision comes overhead as the human now turned creature reaches for desperate measures. whats the problem he said to the skies? money, bills failed relationships and lost love. total solace pushing himself away from everybody in a mad panic. u wasted ur time son. ur about to waste ur money. ur about to face some of the most hideous devils on earth. the person u usta think was beautiful is now more than a succubus taking out ur very self called self e steem. drugs cant save u. they can blind u. but u love them. its ur comfort. its cool if its helping u get through right? then u wake up everyday craving just to be able to function as the sober mortals do. wishing u had that strength to be happy and keep it going. but u dont. ur face is red from the painful punches and the whiskey. that river is not water. it is syrup, all types of vodka u dont like, marijuana, cocaine and heroin. i mean coke. u jus be so tired u need it huh. lethargic is the ancestor of death. with the nightmares u see in ur beautiful mothers face as u sense the disappoint of needing anything from anyone else. feelings of fear and panic r normal to u. 'whats a couple months in jail over a broken relationship. whats a vengeful female giving herself to someone else over the spite of hating u. i mean me. whats the pain of twitching at night. waking up early every morning becus the devils know sleep is ur only peace so u cant get any of it. up till 3:30 am every night and back up at 7am everyday. afraid of the walls. hear my cry. hear my cry