smokin on the edge of my conscious

i think i'm growing lifeless

like i be smoking

on the edge of my conscious

know where i go

i'll always feel you right beside me

whether the energy

is just entangled lightly

i think not

fuck off

bite the bust

everything we had is gone

and turned to dust

blowing it off of the coffin

feeling static vapor in my lungs

feeling deep emphatic

blowing fast tricks

hoping that all the dope

finds it's way back to the masses