Chasing the Dragon

I am falling
I am trembling

I fall deeper and deeper
My mind is filled random clatter

I am coughing up blood
My lungs filled with mud

I try to digging in
So thin

Every time I burn
Another lesson I learn

I try to have faith in God
Not sparing the rod,
but I can't stop chasing
It is erasing

I lie in my tomb
Waiting for my doom

my face is sagging
As I am chasing the dragon

By Jay Basey © 2003