Comments about Lee Foreman
My Drug Of Choice
Vulnerable to my drug of choice;
I see it sitting there in front of me-
Looking at me.
I get up and walk away, I feel it following me.
I run back to it; it sends me high,
High to an atmosphere nonexistent to mankind.
Feel the drug run through my body,
Making me so hot.
I fall back on my pillows no longer
A part of society.
“I have to quit! ” I tell myself.
I get up and move my drug to the trash can.
I walk to the kitchen, it’s there,
I walk to my bedroom, it’s there.
I walk to the bathroom, it’s there.
My mind wants to be left ...