That Drug! That High!

That Drug! That High!

He sees things they say aren't there,
He hear voices that are clearer than theirs.
Faces that do not belong near him,
Bodies that are unique.
They said its a condition.
He now call it a blessing!

He took the road of being high all day once,
To make the faces disappear,
To silence all the voices.
They wonder why he's  so quiet.
He still fight those voices, those faces.
And those demons too that trouble him.
They put ugliness to shame.
They gnarl and snare at his head,
They alter his thoughts with their sweet voices.

Not a drug had he left unattended.

He was named 'The Chimney',

"Boss, try this new one!"
 He did them like there was no tomorrow.
He would lay in ruins every night,
Burning his earnings in smoke.

Yes he quit it! All on his own.

Its all the mind, in that 'condition',

Its all in your will.

He has seen many faces,

Beautiful and angelic.

Yet when he sees her face,

She gives him that same high.

She is that drug he's been waiting for,

That eternal high he craves.
He looks at her and his eyes are crimsoned,
She rolls not only her eyes but a joint for him as well.

He sniffs her scent and it shoots to his mind,
Making him beg for more.
Will he be left wanting, craving?
Will she satiate his soul?
Will she come and take him away,
From these demons, from these voices,
To the place they are meant to be?
Or will she run away like they all did?