I jump off of the train into the arms of the adrenaline that I crave. He is the poison that makes me feel alive. I keep jumping off of more trains, trying to catch the high. Falling into the arms of adrenaline once again. He pulls me down and leaves me with bruised limbs. And the angel that saves me again and again whispers soft words Into my broken mind. Her words flow as she tells me that it isn’t the adrenaline that I want most. It’s the antidote. And I looked up poison in the dictionary and found your name. You were just another train. All you do, my darling, is cause more pain.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
I jump off of the train into the arms of the adrenaline that I crave. He is the poison that makes me feel alive. I keep jumping off of more trains, trying to catch the high. Falling into the arms of adrenaline once again. He pulls me down and leaves me with bruised limbs. And the angel that saves me again and again whispers soft words Into my broken mind. Her words flow as she tells me that it isn’t the adrenaline that I want most. It’s the antidote. And I looked up poison in the dictionary and found your name. You were just another train. All you do, my darling, is cause more pain.
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