No More Chemtrails Interlude

Stalk me as much as you feel necessary.
Waste as much time as possible living a life so sedentary.
All you do is sit and watch my moves with a pocket filled with copper tunes,
Jingles only addicts are familiar with while you pop a few,
Pills if you don’t feel like “crushing” your dreams at the moment.
A vampire awake at all times no matter what time I wake up in the morning.
You’re just,
Always ready for the next jab while you’re locked up in a box without any ref to stop your groggy self from storming,
To the middle of a bed you stay planted on instead of growing,
Past roots producing putrid apples,
Like you!
While you try infecting those around with a handful,
Of lies you create out of spite…
Truth is hard to come when you’re down for the count,
Like you…
Isn’t it?…