Smoke is seeping through the cracks
Tell Corey what you thought of this poem.
Of my frail brain
Laughing as I ask myself
If I am still sane
Rushing through me up and down
In an altered state
And I’m free of reality
And it feels so fucking great!
Asking myself if it’s worth it
The answer comes so clear
This cloudiness; this foggy feeling
To it I must endear