Addict Morticia

It is like folded towels
 Alone in a fold

We're so together
 But we're so alone

I am so high
Nothing closed to stoned

Every smokey place clouds
feels like I have no space

To think
To breathe

And I'm lost too soon
Three nights of dope, solo,
room

Visions and thoughts
 Obsess over insanity
   Sanity might not be lost

Too fast too fast
Thought..
I'm lost