Luminescent Society

Smoking
Breathing in the foul scent
Feeling tingles ‘round your body
See a neon-colored sight
Every day you smoke a bowl
Shoot some speed
And pop a pill
Making room for more
Than just a very tiny spill
You feel your body higher
But you just look like a ghost
Or an 80-year-old zombie
That decided to eat toast
And you consume the drugs
Digger deeper than you like
Soon you find your soul is empty
As you break away from life.
Smoking
Down
The
System
Of
The
Luminescent
Knife.
My future involves breathing
Just get out of my sight.