Never took any drugs and wonder it is like to be a junkie? Can you imagine what is it like to live through a crisis? Let me help you understand...This is just an abstract shitty story about my very own crack addiction where I'll speak from the two main perspectives; abstinence and high.
by @jokster
### Crack off, feeling *feeling crisis and anxiety* Too much weird forms Followed me through lighting storms Weird forms flicked all night In front of my eyes, so bright While I drove on the roads And chased on the railroads From town to town With skyscrapers of brown I cried so much In the rain In this brown, I felt so much pain But then comes sun I still couldn't laugh In my life, this is the last paragraph I caressed the heads of most venomous snakes And underwater beasts that live in the lakes Went full-crazy and screamed as a beast When sound of my desperation was released All the way to a city where there was no one I realized that many things is unspoken and undone And then I took some crack... ### Crack on, oh finally... *feeling horror and desperation with illusion of happines* I fell right on the spot But I felt like on an onslaught I stopped there, all by crack I want my old myself back Nobody sees me here No chance for mishear I don't want anyone to listen to me I want to be wild animal or a bee Here I'm happy and serene But I'm not from crack clean
I'm in the town of the lost souls
Trying to fight all my demons and ghouls
