Do Do Drugz.
Contributed by
deathdrop
on
Saturday, 6th March 2004 @ 07:14:35 AM in AEST
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slowly falling apart,
he falls,
no-where near the help of life's,
tools.
crying and crying,
until he finds the drug with a gift of,
flying.
which helps him see,
beond reality,
where thoughts curl,
and bright colous are hurled,
into a world,
where nothings what it seems,
in the land of dreams.
he feels him-self lift,
as his mind drifts,
see's something bright,
blocking his sight,
so he reaches out,
hears someone shout,
only slightly and quite far away,
but he's just careless for what people say,
next thing he knows,
the grounds let go,
he finds him-self flying,
he's suddenly soaring...
and then he hits the ground,
then he's dead!
bloods around,
that's come from his smashed open head,
so if you were the copper,
or even doctor,
what would you tell his parents and friends??
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