Inhale the smoke as the pill slides down the foil,

Take away my worries and the pain of the day’s toil.

Half a pill leaving black lonely trails,

I’ll keep taking hits until my broken heart fails.

The smoke is thick, and it tastes like hell,

But I still have two left to smoke; might as well.

I want another hit, but I am pinned to the chair,

My mind has shut down, only my soul is aware.

Thoughts roll by slowly, just out of reach,

And I hear a dull roaring, like waves on the beach.

It has been a long time since I have been this faded,

Sitting in this abandoned house hiding behind windows shaded.

I feel like a junkie, smoking synthetic smack,

But the drugs make me forget what I lost and will never get back.

What an amazing feeling; to smoke your heart blank,

No more missing her, the ship that long ago sank.

I cant chase you any longer, so I just chase the slider,

I am free of your web, you miserable spider.

With each deep hit her vision gets weak,

I hate her so much, but I’ll forget her when I peak.

And out of my mind forever she will stay,

For I am out of pills, but I smoked her away.