Smoked too much weed and this came to me, never mind, be free

J’avais gardé un bédo de weed
Pour si tu songeais à moi la nuit,
Mais cette herbe est pourrie
D’attendre sans armistice.
J’ai entendu que tu as un canon
Et il pointe dans ma direction,
Gaspille pas tes intentions
Mon âme n’a pas d’armement.
Juste dis moi ce que tu veux
Et part sans laisser d’adieu,
Après tout nous sommes les deux
Des enfants qui cachent leur passion.
Je fume ce soir seul et j’entends
Le silence qui me rends anxieux,
Je songe des paysages du Japon
Si calmes entre les tremblements.
J’aimerais être aussi simple
Mais la raison m’échappe,
Quand le parfum d’un arbre
Me rappelle ton sourire âpre.
J’ai connu cet jour ensoleillé
La raison pour laquelle un poète,
Entre les flammes d’une comète
S’accroche aux ciments de la terre.
Désormais j’écris de moins en moins
Et tout semble s’évanouir dans le noir,
Quand mes yeux se ferment le soir
Toutes les chaînes parlent de toi.
J’ai balancé ma télé par la fenêtre
Mais j’entends toujours cette nouvelle,
Tu mors des lèvres qui ne sont pas les miennes
Tard le soir quand la lune est pleine.
Alors je fume, bois et j’écris
Sincèrement c’est inutile,
Les mots qui ne sont pas dis
Ne feront jamais de plaisir.

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Like a new drug beneath my soul 

If you really want to get to know me, just know that weed is a great part of my life. If you can’t open your soul to that, don’t bother trying. I will tell you histories with sparkling eyes about great monsters or infinite colorful holes. Weed is a part of my everyday routine, for good and bad, it helps me create and therefore survive. It helps me evade from this world I can’t tolerate. It makes movies, sleeping, socializing, lecturing, working better. Or at least it makes it ok. It has saved me lots of damages, and helped me when I was lost and helpless. It made me see a world where neverminds. You may think I’m crazy or hallucinating. But it really is that way. The truth is I could give it up for you, and that scares me as it amazes me. It would mean that your only presence, the slightest touch of your skin against mine, the sweetest or more hateful word you say could take me away from this Earth I don’t deserve. There is none certainty of stopping theses drugs that live inside of me, but as you come closer to my side, as you tell me you love me and that I deserve it, I fade into your eyes with all this suffering of mine. And I almost feel as I don’t need these substances no more, as if the dust your presence blows it’s invading my weak mind and making everything just look like a weed alike trip, going through the deep holes of my soul, embracing them and giving some light about a possible future time. 

An infamous addiction

For me
The good old weed
Was like a way
To a gateway,
Make time mine,
Evade from the world
Dissappear in my mind
And fill up my soul.
It meant a break
In my mooring days
A moment to forget
And stop the headache.
Alcohol helped sometimes
But it was never the same
My lungs needed to shut down,
Shut down and take a break.
Now I feel like this weed
Is elevating me
So I should take the tip
And have another rip
To forget the cruel words
That come from the outside world.

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