Stoners Mind

The lonely stoner wanders the streets at night

Frying his brain just to feel alright 

Trying to overcome the fight

Between darkness and light

Fighting the demons within each toke

Hoping they choke on the smoke

Hoping the high gives him hope 

Because he doesn't know how much longer he can cope 

Balancing himself on the rope

Praying he doesn't fall in the pit of doom

Damaging his lungs so he doesn't become consumed

By the demons in his head

Which is why he smokes and makes his eyes red

So he can numb the pain of feeling dead