--- Toxicomaniac ---

Jamal

The writings fade as nights progress
with empty bottles
A melody kicks in to a perfect scenery
making all but life complete
In midnight snacks there's no regret
no fulfillment to be had
Maybe I'll ring up Mary-Jane
we could endulge in stars and such

I find myself in a corner of the room at dawn
wandered astray in the search for worldly pleasure