A Sad Siren's Song (Black Stoner) 1984

Cease to exist while I kiss Crack passionately dead on the mouth. The vapors running south, then east and west, then running north, the ultimate test. The jury, deliberates, satiates its desires when the hit sits favorably and arguably as guilty. I get off on the charge because of its purity. I have no security now because I am set free! But freedom won’t last long, the strong song of its Siren’s song, pulling me towards its promises of serenity once again; to begin, alas, the end.