Cosmos queluudes
Planetary Percocet
Just a curious fleshling
who spent too much time tempting
Orions opiod abuse
Whats the use
Too high now to tie his own shoes
All to cure his cosmic blues
Getting high off of downward spirals
Calls himself lifted
Recalls when he was gifted
So stoned that his hearts a boulder
Once made flesh till he got a little older
Now hes ducking toy soldiers
Hid away in base camp
Playing war games in his head at the death of a lamp
Knees up head down as the dark comes round
Braced for impact or self served anxiety attacks
Considers karma at a glance
Has he paid it off?
Not a chance
Shroedinger's trigger pulled back against his cap
Will he live to gain momentum
Or Is his potential only quantum
Stuck Dividing time and space
Because he never learned his place
He thinks life is but a breath,
Here today, gone in death
Whats the point of living anyways,
We cant stop the end of days.
Would he even want to?
A man lost within his ways
Trapped within a haze
Trampled by an undead army, calling him by name
How would you feel if you could say the same?