I breathe in the fumes
Intoxicated states of pure bliss
In the form of headaches
I feel quietly numb.
Huffing away the days
To forget what's going wrong
In my solvent haze
I remember you have gone.
I breathe in the fumes
I medicate myself with bleach
These tendencies last weeks
I fear it may be my last breath it takes.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
I breathe in the fumes
Intoxicated states of pure bliss
In the form of headaches
I feel quietly numb.
Huffing away the days
To forget what's going wrong
In my solvent haze
I remember you have gone.
I breathe in the fumes
I medicate myself with bleach
These tendencies last weeks
I fear it may be my last breath it takes.
