Snap Backs Back
It’s the voice in our heads. (funny side note, try and listen to the voice, there is no voice, just a thought with mental sound)
When you are sober the voice nags, almost like it is reminding you of things to do and that need to get done.
When you are high, the voice chills the fuck out and talks with you, not at you.
I am hopeless. I will always feel the existent sting of nonexistence. No matter what I do this is always true. I take my thoughts and expand them to justify my actions. My body numb, my mind enlightened. There is no other way for me to see. Everything I say takes me further. Everything I do takes me higher. I wait for death, feeling the cold hand of bold anarchy. Humbly I wait, pleading before I die, I will be happy.