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I Need A Cigarette
i cant sleep...
while i count sheep, i think about things i'd like to forget,
thinking, damn, i need a cigarette...
so i'll pop some pills,
that'll work,
zanax, tylonal p.m.,
worse comes worse i know the purp will work....
the purple haze leave my eyes glazed, and my mind dazed,
unable to see the truth, im weak,
and my will power is little,
poppin pill advertized to us like skittles,
promising you'll taste the rainbow. find gold under a rainbow. or wind up some where, over the rainbow....
i still need a cigarette!
now im asleep,
but i cant get up....
so i pop some more pills,
that'll work,
energy pills, energy bars, energy drinks,
worse comes to worse i know cocaine will work....
a little something something to pick me up,
a little something something to bring me down,
and i still need a cigarette,
i need a cigarette, like i need another hole in my head,
another hole in my head? they'll find me dead,
worse comes to worse i know that death will work....
dont believe me? it feels like my only way defeat these demons, who disseave me, is for me to bleed,
when i die, i wanna be so high,
that i float over my chalk line,
and watching them draw the line, will remind close friends of mine, thats it about time, to do another line....
damn...
i still need a cigarette
while i count sheep, i think about things i'd like to forget,
thinking, damn, i need a cigarette...
so i'll pop some pills,
that'll work,
zanax, tylonal p.m.,
worse comes worse i know the purp will work....
the purple haze leave my eyes glazed, and my mind dazed,
unable to see the truth, im weak,
and my will power is little,
poppin pill advertized to us like skittles,
promising you'll taste the rainbow. find gold under a rainbow. or wind up some where, over the rainbow....
i still need a cigarette!
now im asleep,
but i cant get up....
so i pop some more pills,
that'll work,
energy pills, energy bars, energy drinks,
worse comes to worse i know cocaine will work....
a little something something to pick me up,
a little something something to bring me down,
and i still need a cigarette,
i need a cigarette, like i need another hole in my head,
another hole in my head? they'll find me dead,
worse comes to worse i know that death will work....
dont believe me? it feels like my only way defeat these demons, who disseave me, is for me to bleed,
when i die, i wanna be so high,
that i float over my chalk line,
and watching them draw the line, will remind close friends of mine, thats it about time, to do another line....
damn...
i still need a cigarette
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