High

 

There were days when I was

Khaleesi of the universe

Flying high up to the sky

No one could do me any harm

 

In a wasteland of my imagined life

I ran hundred miles

And I needed more

Always hungry

hanging onto strangers’ bodies

in a narcotic haze

 

A multitude of lights and desires

tasted so sweet

I wanted to feel alive

Before I’d be gone again

 



 

 

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