I seem to have lost,something I had

a dosage of love,an ounce of my pain

clearly, but surely i lost someonelse

I seem to have lost and not gain,not again

far from delight away from the light

i cry in the night of virtue and sin

cracked up with all it can show and all it can give

caught me in action,from corner to corner

crashed in the functions, of fairless distraction

high from my benso,my weed and my liquor

sweating over and under my skin, what a mess

of a breakfast that's gonna be,yeah lets go on

moving on,next page, next chapter, hello!!

next is not on me,nah ,it will be on you

just give me my regular dosage back, and i promised

i will stop writing this well organized poem

of lust,drugs and love, a combination, a mixture

of something that turns into nothing

when the beggining was always the end...