Code X

you already made it

stay down on the come up

take my medication, whip her up some tea

need good head in a cozy bed

i’ll steady for the dosage

she heard about me from a friend

till death do us all part

started a practice of meditation

prayer to the manifestation of the most high

smoke to the ethereal beats

Sylvia Plath would understand my purpose

the lilac trees & the dope style

i walk into the party like i run shit

down on my luck, but i’m with the shit

you can’t win in life so i count my losses

baggy sagged fader

magazines line the coffee table

miserable man stuck in decrepit ways

anything to preoccupy us

i resign & recline

why are people still on socials?

i will write something inspired

but the inspiration comes from the void

break downs mean nothing in the grand scheme

how dope could one person really be?

the tunes are all set

i’m making arrangements for my funeral

nobody’s in attendance

life doesn’t matter

so please smoke another cigarette

smoke sesh, ocean depths

i’m jus a teenage dirtbag

except i’m a 31 year old loser

kill me in all black

grey undertones in the asphalt air

heir to the throne & no one’s in the crowd

throw middle fingers up because life’s fucked

the drugs have all been used

drug abusers up & down the block

lock myself in my room

then turn the music all the way up

life is nothing but what you think & wear

did you eat? do you need a smoke?

sip your tea & read a book or something

somehow life isn’t over yet

all this shit goes over my head

i’m better off dead