By:D.E.T
I wrote this
I note this
So, I can notice
That I poked this
Was because I choked with this
So, I poked this
Was to get this feelin' out my chest
And yes
I'm gettin' addicted to the pills
But still
I need to get the chills
So, I don't feel this demon
Screamin'
Of course it's getting worst
Like a curse
So, again I find myself in the kitchen
Poppin' pills again my bloodline has it written
Gettin' addicted
And all I feel is twisted
Again I listen
To the echoes
Who knows
My errors
The mirrors
Are flashin' back my fears
And my peers
Tears
Yeah, agian I will
Take another pill
Unit
I get the chills
Cuz I love the way it feels
So, keep it real
And now I'm lookin' at my spot
Full of thoughts
My eyes are now close
And my brain is replaying the video's
Of my life
As I feel someone shaking me
Tell disagreeing
That I'm dead
I open my eyes
And realize
That those pills took my breath
And I was almost close to death
Just a poem that I thought that I had to write.
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