Faded

Smoke dances around my head,
like ghosts filled with words unsaid.
All emotions become muted
and my lungs burned and polluted.
My body weightless, but I'm heavily inept;
its been so long since the last time I've slept.
Your name dies in the grey vapor flowing past my lips,
covering your title, like the moon in a lunar eclipse.
Vague, eyes dull, faded, yeah I'm gone,
fucked up, but it's all I can rely on.
Close my eyes and I'm flying, but the ground is near.
All my feelings and thoughts escape and disappear,
leaving through the cloud that forms above my crown.
I try to grasp awareness, but I cant seem to come down.
To high in the atmospheric colors behind my eye lids,
sitting in the back seat with the misfits and the cool kids.
Lost in the sensations, musical notes pounding in my veins,
rhythm flows in my system, like water though pipe drains.
Visions of light, seem like blood splatters,
but when I'm on this level nothing even matters.
Not even my buried memories of you.
Like the smoke past my lips, they seep through
out past my skull and into the mist
empty, all my knowing of you, dismissed.
Everything slow motion, screwing up time and space,
pounding and pounding, I can't feel my face.
I can't feel damn a thing, indifferent, detached,
my brain and my body becoming mismatched.
I am comfortable in these moments of comatose,
swallowing it all like pain pills, overdose.
It's like I'm dead but still breathing, like sleep,
so I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
and if I should die before I wake
I pray to god my soul to take.