On Opiates and Addiction - Pt 1

...They're still coughing below.


Friends, circle around.
Entrance to the new world awaits before us,
This dream beckoned by the fire in my hands.

Thick hazed backseat voyages -
Basement sofas and pillow-side wastelands.

Indsiders view -
Immortal concentration.

This pernicious cloud caresses my suffocated reverie;
So called pipe dream fantasies and envisioned apparitions.
Children of the dawn will you come before us once again
To laugh with the worry?

Crowds of soul-sicken riders
Now grant a final audience.


("Man, it's out.")