Chasing Dragon's

Locked in a coma from burning my path, living in another world, another life from the rest, feeding the dragon chasing it down this empty path dead end, dead veins.

Thinking about leaving them behind, I was left there long ago, they still fly through my mind, sit on my shoulder, breath fire into my face. Brown liquid thoughts block out everything else, peace until it goes full circle 

Nothingness is entirely everything to me, dragon's don't exist but still I chase them into the abyss, it's abysmally blissful not to miss all the things that I will never even know.