Anticipation Of A High - Alchemist

Sweet — Anxious behaviour awaiting your saviour

Time — Expanding contorting all concepts aborted

Wait — for your ticket to escape reality

Lie — to yourself every time you say all is fine

Your life is under scalpel

Slicing carving through your thoughts

Can you bear to live another day?

Social vice, attractive gamble

With your health and sanity

You plan your day to reach your high

Rise — anticipate the high

And fall, to ground

Your saviour, not found

Wasting time, redundant life

Sleep and lie, awake to find, it’s gone

You’re dependant from now on And you believe in your own lies

Anticipation of a high