Body High

This is not the end, not until both of us are dead, this isn’t all just in my head.

It’s a body-high.

I was caught so off my guard, I tried to mend my broken heart, that’s my magic, pick a card.

My life I modify.

Heart was safe and sound, the danger made her brittle.

There are ups and downs, while I’m the monkey in the middle.

For on a day I’m in the ground, just look up at the sky.

I’m somewhere in the clouds just smoking weed and getting high.

No, this is na’r the day, that I’ll go down this way, that’s all I have to say.

And now, my tongue ties.

I’ve done that, and I have the shirt, try to undo me, but I’ve got the dirt,

Try and confuse me, my head needs to hurt, to even feel a body-high.

The nail and the screw, are gone..From the center of attention.

Eyes black and one blue, from all..The fists full of affection.

Over my lips, going through, withdrawal..It’s a time for reflection.

Even if me loving you, was wrong..I’d rather be placed in oppression.

I’ve that kind of will that lasts through years of mayhem.

I’m down here on this Earth, just me, myself, and Satan.

I’d fall from Grace, right on top of this.

Inside of my head is an apocalypse!

The hell that’s been personified, it feels like I’m floating but it’s the body-high.