B.F.D.(Best friend dope)

The smoke flows in,
Your soul you blow out.
So tell me, Tell me please,
What this dope's all about.
Whats your reasoning?
What shall you plee?
Will the ghost of innocence flow from your lips?,
Or can you fall too your knees,
To finally accept,
That you are guilty?
Guilty of your lies,
You have given in too desire.
You have allowed the blackness within,
To consume thy spirit.
You try to fight it,
You've given all you possibly can;
To just feel and be clean yet again.
But this be the cycle...
It's happened for years,
For all he knows...
He has shed his last tear.
No more stregth to fight back.
Too weak to accept,
His new best friend...
Crystal Meth.
Our friendship though,
Being far from stable;
Has caused the world,
Too sit high upon a table.
Far from my reach,
High above my head.
Too much to grasp while laying in this bed,
Tossing and turning.
Maybe we could make up?
Create new burning.
Incinerating my thoughts,
Annhilating my body.
All still the while I sit here with him,
No Im not crazy!
He is my friend,
Helping a buddy through a hard time;
Is all this is.
His brilliance yet lingers,
Within my dreams.
Causing this silly thought...
Of loosing reality.
He'll keep you up all night,
Never too fight;
At least until,
He leaves with out notice.
What the fuck bro?
Now I can't focus!
But he is kind enough,
Too leave a little note:
Goodbye old friend
P.S. Love Dope
 
Written by: Lucas Alexander