Foreigner Of Reality

Kush

The lighter is a trigger,

I load my gun and swallow the bullets straight to my lungs.

with every drag

and hit I take, my thoughtless mind will come awake.

I like that pain, the pain in my lungs, it's a sign that I am alive,

I crave that pain, for it is the only pain I can bear.

Everyday, I feel nothing

everyday, I feel numb

Why is it that I only feel happiness

once I am high? Why is it that I only feel calm

once I am high?

Once I am done loading my gun, I wonder, when will my next toke be?

I can't wait days, as hours feel slowed, my mind is flowing with questions, 

I ask myself, how do I stop?

Surely I can't be addicted, right? They say, weed is not addictive,

then why is it that I feel like something is missing in my life if I am not high?

now I must face the consequences of being too blem.