calming the chaos

drugs and depression

I miss the beach...

I miss cold water
I miss brisk air
I miss sun on my face
and living life without care

Chaos  is why i weap
chaos my world has turned
chaos that never sleeps
chaos that never learns

so far from the beach
for which i long and yern
so far from the beach
where i can never return

prude i have become
diluted and distilled
dining on drugs and alcohol
just to get my fill

a sip there
and a shot here
a puff this
and life is clear

a bump there
and a line here
a swollow this
and no more tears