Anthology of the Macabre

24 poems of separation, pain, depression and anger. All taken from experiences in my own life, so also quite deep.


14. High (Explicit)

Cut up three lines of snow
Shoot it up
Get your fix
And let yourself go.

This is your only vice
Yet it tastes quite nice.

Role up your precious weed
Take a drag
Like a fag
And watch the worlds greed.

Blame your parents I'm sure
Getting high your only lure.

Watch as your life descends
Money lost
Beauty fading
As will all your friends.

But still you sit and mope
As you take your fucking dope.
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