a poem about drugs
xmascleanlove
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Wake up isn’t morning (dirty bed, face, reflection filthy, filthy place)
Put on a pretty face
Reflection flashed
Broke the glass
Put you in your place
Needles are biblical…martyr bent on crucifixion…drugs are now religion
Key to resurrection
When rain wouldn’t
Did begin wash
Crying off your sins
Good people aren’t immune to infection
Ghost of your mother
Whispers in your ear
floating
Like
Feels
Falling
(heart) you lots, nothing to fear
Gestapo clock woke up alarmed
Washed away the sleep
Dreams turn from fairy tale to nightmare
Because you’re a creep
Because you’re a sheep
Grace is a far fall
When you were never there at all
Never all there
You were never all there
You’re living
You’re getting scared
Fear is winning and you don’t care
Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up!
Cause we wont stop the love
Grace is a far fall
When you’ve never stood up
Made it to jail and hit the big time
Veins ready to break
Life doesn’t start over
After people hear your name
YOU CAN bear watching your father waste further away
Grace is a far fall
Unless you land in fame
The good guys aren’t always saved
Put on a pretty face
Reflection flashed
Broke the glass
Put you in your place
Needles are biblical…martyr bent on crucifixion…drugs are now religion
Key to resurrection
When rain wouldn’t
Did begin wash
Crying off your sins
Good people aren’t immune to infection
Ghost of your mother
Whispers in your ear
floating
Like
Feels
Falling
(heart) you lots, nothing to fear
Gestapo clock woke up alarmed
Washed away the sleep
Dreams turn from fairy tale to nightmare
Because you’re a creep
Because you’re a sheep
Grace is a far fall
When you were never there at all
Never all there
You were never all there
You’re living
You’re getting scared
Fear is winning and you don’t care
Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up! Get the fuck up!
Cause we wont stop the love
Grace is a far fall
When you’ve never stood up
Made it to jail and hit the big time
Veins ready to break
Life doesn’t start over
After people hear your name
YOU CAN bear watching your father waste further away
Grace is a far fall
Unless you land in fame
The good guys aren’t always saved
if you're a pot smoker and you don't own a ukulele you're fuckin up...but then once you get a ukulele you might end up moving to a guitar because its a gateway instrument you know
~ EV 6/25/03
~ EV 6/25/03
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To wake up
Your love affair has got to go
For 10 long years the leaves
To rake up
Slow suicide's no way to go
Blue, clouded grey
You're not a crack up
Dizzy and weakened by the haze
Moving onward
So an infection not a phase
The cracks and lines from
Where you gave up
They make an easy man to read
For all the times you let them
Bleed you
For little peace from God you plead
And beg
For a little peace from God you plead
Words by Layne Staley
I really liked your poem, xmascleanlove!