Everything I said is gone,
It’s the smoke shot into choking lungs.
Sometimes I wonder why I’m so cold,
When the sun shines on both sides of my skin-
Feeding my third eye.
My veins are caves,
growing crystals from wall to wall.
The frame of my face is sinking in,
‘N my cheeks are turning grey.
I’ll close my eyes with the straw to my nose,
and go in for the kiss.
Wait for the rush, an arrow that surely won’t miss.
My pupils will twitch and tweak and twitch.
Addiction, a troll living under a bridge.
Slow suicide, it payed off.
An addiction to death.
Pleasurably, I continue to torture this body that just doesn’t fit.
I’m dead, and I guess I didn’t know it.
Snapshots in my skull turn on ideas,
Surely fatal if I let them grow.
I question if I’m breathing,
And then I just makes me feel more alive.
Even while I howl at the moon,
I ponder if I’m insane.
A bulb to my lips,
Oh foxy, let me lose my grip.
All I’ve got to do is wait to get away.
‘N I ain’t sane ‘cause Mercury's in my brain.
This was written roughly two years ago at the peak of my addiction.