Orange Pockets

Don't tell me how drugs kill,
I've seen it in slow motion like a movie real
In a heartbeat I could tell you every detail
Spent seventeen years digging
six feet into the ground
Waiting for her to weep
For her to eternally sleep
She knows it's coming
yet those pills she keeps
Swallowing down
Only to drown
In a hazy eyed
Every word's a lie
Trance

Palms overflowing with the colorful friend
With you till your very end
I grew up white
but that still didn't make me alright
I'm only a dead kid
Ready to close the coffin lid  
I'm Only trying to
Breathe
Expel the vital fumes
That keep turning my world from bright hues
To a grey shroud draped around a mirror
Obstructing the view that says “I'm really here”
A bottle of vodka to help drown your uppers
Down goes your life spans numbers
Our lives are an album
that's been over played
Underpaid,
So full of rage
And so we raid
The orange plastic pocket
Ready to go high
Blast off like a bottle rocket
Falling from the sky
And when we land
Creating a crater of hurt in unnumbered souls
Expecting it to never get out of hand
We think we're in control
Dice gripped by fingers and palms

ready to roll
We don't think
One day
Everything will be beyond the help of any shrink
No one knows the future
They don't see the whole picture
That every dose you take
Brings you that much closer
To that instant where you break.
 

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