Addictionmature
Poison flows freely in your system
and you don't even notice because your already out.
You drank so much, and put a blunt to your lips
so your laying there like a cold dead corpse.
I look at you with disgust
because you managed to vomit on yourself.
You look pathetic and helpless laying there
so perhaps thats why every one drew on
your face.
You smell like death even though your chest still moves.
You got a burn on your neck from the blunt falling.
You look like you're drowning in your saliva.
Your hair is laying in a pool of urine.
This may not
Ryme,
And it may be
Disgusting,
But this is what happens
when you become
Addicted.
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