Corpse in Trance

Words are high on weed
Stumbling one after other
In a successive trance
Turning into silent corpses
And do corpses lie?
Since truth is their only attire
To be not intoxicated connives a peril
O life! Serve me a drink on the rocks
I want to drink strangeness to the lees

And rise higher into smoky rings
For I yearn to be a truth

Published by jeyforyou

A pilgrim soul but a humanist. I peddle stories and baragin on life and its deal.

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