Poison entered your body,
the liquid you drank,
the smoke you inhaled,
with each sip your mind sank,
with each puff your lungs got even more gray.
The looser the connectivity of your neurons got, with each sip,
you lost self control,
in that puff you find your soul,
you got nothing left,
you are what that drink consoles.
Today dependence is your middle name,
not anymore, don't be vain,
that moment was a stab in your chest,
you enjoyed the savour,
today you try to be intoxicatedly cleaver.
With each sip,
with each puff,
each time you snorted a substance not so pure,
your mind got loose,
that substance entered your bloodstream,
today that's your blood.
Today with your brain so loose,
only your skull binds it together,
yo still try, try to be wise,
try to intoxicatedly cleaver.
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