Love Letters To The Lost

Once fell in love with someone 
who put junk in their veins 
blood paints art through the jugular pain 
my brain sprung from the childish game 
when our lips once touched 
while she was on that succulent plane 
pumped with lust 
like it’s my time to be saved 
slave to the passion 
primed to be laid, so I cashed in 
from what I thought was true love 
born from chasing the dragon 
there’s no escape an addict won’t stand in 
whispers in the dark, closed caption 
going from taste to taste 
love song to a ghost crashing 
hoping the rush stayed forever lasting 

Pour a drink and raise it up, ghost 
Roll a blunt and blaze it up, ghost 
Love letters to the lost 
can’t make it up 
can’t make it up 
can’t make it up

Writing ghost love letters 
return to sender 
in the death of friendships 
and the art of dead enders 
focused strain through the words 
living, the great pretenders 
surrounded by the stench 
for as long as I can remember 
my lyrics live as my breath of life 
only a few will enter 
for how long? Who’s to say 
not much time or room to stay 
this is for Gajah, shout to Dumile 
living behind the mask 
wondering what DOOM will play 
god soothes the pain 
weed mutes the brain 
while the sun in my heart 
disputes the rain