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He wrote
The drugs hadn’t entered my system until
I felt the catch 22
Until I couldn’t find her
Even if she was right in front of me
I was everything in here eyes.. except for her everything..
I use to be
Now I am… An intruder
In my own skin, and
To the feel of hers,
in need of a dealer
That can sell me… Sanctuary because I’ve been locked out of her temple
Now I drown in the sweet imperfections of this acoustic melody
If it is even a melody
Could be silence but the drugs feel like sweet November epiphanies
The strain was laced
What exactly has cupid given me
Sweet serandes
My vision is being altered
Sweet epiphanies

Jay G