Lost and Found

endless streams
air over seas
beer in glasses
bongs with weed
lines of cocaine
rushed veines
on ecstacy
never tired
hours of restless sleep
through the stone circles
we all creep
blowing smoke
untill we meet

i la dada la da da da la da

we all have to see
no land to leave
red eyes black ties
where is my high
it crawls in the sky
devoted to
voids of emptyness
they make you cry
laugh now
before you die
live now
before the end of time

rapturous fucking dangerous
angle dust
acid and wasted clubs
from ashes to ashes
and it's never enough
embrace her love
a junkie lost the heart
got it stolen when drunk
was to fucked up

i hate this poem already
and it's not even done
thats how the story starts
twenty-four choices
of black on white art

please give back my heart
please give back my heart
please give back my heart