Altered states of consciousness
In the dopesick mind
Anxiety is attacking my every cell
Of this unusual existence
Forever I’m blind to the reasons why
Isolation seems so comforting
For the reasons I’m beaten and battered
Broken down mind drenched in boredom
I’m reeking of stale thoughts and lost souls
Forever searching to be free
From all this so called suffering
It’s a self created illusion
Inspiration is jettisoned
Through the spinal cord out the head
Creating boundless waves of energy
Keeping me content
In all my blind moments of pain
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