Drugged Down

you’d think when i twist off the cap

my mind would begin to unwrap

and i guess that’s true to an extent

but my blood, this salt, will never relent

i don’t want to say i’m trapped but, it’s hard to say i’m not

i wish we had a witness for the way our souls combined, to stop

they say our blood, sweat, and tears should go into something

but how often have you loved something you went through so much hate for?