frantic tired
your feelings spiral
like twisted hypnosis
its a sickly psychosis
that you enter head first
such insatiable thirst
and its hard
to stop
and keep going
to drop
life, and its flowing
through your fingers
say good bye
but it lingers
round your mind
like a french inhale
it never leaves your chest
in the shadows you are pale
hollow eyes seeking rest
and its hard
to breath
and keep going
to sleep
when you ache
deep inside your lungs
trying to not break
so you you take
another smoke
light the next one
with your last
trying here and there
to quit the reflux of your past
but its hard
to smile
and keep going
the bile
is rising
choke it back
and find the girl
to save you from this black
true ecstasy is human love
no more shall you lack