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I'm in Greenwich Park, up a tree. ie; London, see. It's really dark, it's really cold, and you won't ever find me. I've got booze, I've got drugs (skunk and speed), and an iPhone strapped on me...
"What do you mean it's too early for beer?", he said with a mischievous smile. He looked to the sky and than said with a sneer: "I havn't had beer for a while.".
Why do we (human beings) choose to use drugs and alcohol. Is it because we seek to achieve out of body experiences to avoid our own boring, corrupt and unfair lives. It's sad to think about.
Alice sits alone. Gently weeping, on the floor. The Cheshire Cat has gotten fat. And doesn't smile any more. The caterpillar seems. To have emptied out his bong.
There are many forms of substance abuse, whatever your particular poison is- Think clearly before you take the leap into the unknown : the phrase "I will try anything once" should continue to read...
Anticipated the crash but kept on drinking My body can take it my minds not thinking Pumped full of drugs and on the level It's time for that slow dance with the devil Everything's hazy the lights...
The secrets I know,. Some I must hide,. For a friend of mine,. Is telling a lie,. The frightening sight,. My eyes had to see,. My best friend throwing up,. Begging me, showing his plea,.
#bored. I'm a rapscallion, I'm a nasty piece of work. I spend all my time running round chasing skirt. I chat up all the women, especially if their fine.
The music was downward spiralling upwards with a cool beat. Youthful expressionism in love and defeat. Summer illusions in September's heat. Chasing down forgotten memories in sleep.
Addict, fiend,. Unable to breathe,. Tied up. in an addictions needs,. Cigarettes & whiskey,. Until insides bleed,. Fiend waiting to feed,. Sowing, planting. addictions seeds,. Deadly poison.
leave. left. gone. changed scenes. not the situation. a stranger points you out. "new kid?" he smells like tobacco and regret. you smile and lick your lips.
#thinline Peter looked at Sarah and was relieved to see a smile play across her face, 'no mate, just time to go home.' Peter stayed on his feet and finished the brandy in one gulp and put the empty...
Drowning in a swamp of pity. There's no one left to save me. A shadow of my former self. Too fragile to be back on the shelf. Downing whiskey along with pills. Seeking love in a market of thrills.
Her lips trembled. Her pupils were wide making her eyes appear as two vast gaping black holes searching for something long lost.
Looking at the sallow pale face How ever did you get to this place.
So me and three friends go camping. We drink lots, talk loads, laugh uncontrollably. S'mores by the camp fire followed by a joint to mellow out as the evening draws.
I look around,. And all I see,. Is black walls all around me,. I try to run,. I try to hide,. I try to escape the devil that's inside,. All the hurt is still here,. Hidden beneath,. All my fear,.
Daddy works a long day. And when he gets home he don't give you attention, he just sits around smoking on his cigarette. He don't care where you are, just a long as your out of his head.
Two ecstasy pills. Colors blue, we chew. Tongues stained of the drug. Tingly, warm & snug. Just the right amount of shrooms. Too light up the room. Green flowered fuel for the pipe dreams.
You cut me like a knife. But you take away my pain. You give me loving comfort. But your messing with my brain. Your cutting down my life. But i'm the one to blame. I guess I'm just paying the price.
#nightdwellers Oh I've got the 5am blues I'll be coming after 2 I'll be wrecked into the night Will you put up a good fight.
#nightdwellers I was outside having a fag Looking like a twat dressed in drag In an unusual husky accent "she" said "Someone's stolen my bag" Unsure I replied "here take a drag on this fag" "You...
I've got a big pile of cocaine. I have enough to ease the pain. I've got new reasons to fly (to fly). I'm going to get myself high. I've got worn out leather boots. I took too many steps from you.
It's sad how I ache to get to my daily dose of my only hope. The way I love to feel it fill my lungs with smoke. Burning the back of my throat, constricting my chest. Leaving my mouth with a dry coat.