Pothead Choir

I could tell right then that he was fire.

His eyes were smoldering with then anger

the fear

the desire.

 

I could smell it on his skin, the fresh sweat and the deception,

I put up bariers that needed to be broken,

So he did.

And as he dances,

Jesus sways along,

God is on drums,

and the angels are high from the fog in the sky.

 

Oh dont eat that poison apple,

dont fall in the deep water blue,

Dont watch the suns evil smile,

Just let it beam down on you.

 

Dig the needle deeper to your vein,

Your bones are snapping, breaking, and closed.

I wish, I wish, I wish , I wish,

I wish he would look at me like he once did.

Reviews

[H]

Pot is a great inspiration to me. Drugs are, in general. Nice write.

[funeralmoon]

wow this one is intense.. this one really got to me.. it reminds me of addiction.. you inspire me..