Thugs Drugs and Paranoia

So here I am.

Life going down the drain.
Whisked away by a hurricane.
Of chemicals boiling in my veins.
Its me and bunch of bottles.
Empty, used up, burnt out.
Just like me.

I can barely see.

Much less talk.
Much less walk,
My buzzing body home.
So I guess I'll lay here on the floor for another minute.

That's it, that's the Spirit.
Though Spirits did this to me.
I dont even know anymore.
Why I changed, or who I wanted to be.