Falling apart.
My feet are firm.
A shank in my back, rammed in hard.
You, you're the dealer.
I am the cop.
It's for the chemical romance we never shared.
You tried to persuade me.
Tried to degrade me.
You swore that you loved me.
I never believed you.
Always deceived you.
It's a fair cop buddy.
Hung out to dry.
Suspended along the balcony with all your rotten ***** lies.
Back street apartment on the twenty second floor.
Wailing women waiting below to score, your foul chemistry set.
Complete with it's contents.
Ladies in waiting.
Not sure what for.
Quick exit from the real world.
Escapism.
Writing my imagination,
An honest fix.
(c)LIVVI