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Apr 2012
***** den dreams
of laudanum and lace
visions of my pleasures
missing the aftertaste

sssh
listen and you can hear me sniffin
the sick cringe of addiction
on a binge with my affliction
healing what's crippled
with my own personal prescription

the sun goes down
the sun goes up
none of the chaos
ever goes away

chasing the idea of a real escape
a break from this life before it takes it's toll
breaking hopes taking dreams
and smothering my restless soul

bound and gagged
I say nothing
tied to a plate by eight white lines
and hushed by a drip
that robs my voice

that hush must be just the reason
I never paused even to ask myself if
I should stop

I realized I hurt
I realized I could forget
for a little while
I realized I found a way
I could breathe easy and smile
I realized it got out of control
I realized it went further than that
I realized it takes away everything that is me
but what the **** do I do
when I'm sober and
I realize this is reality

sssh listen
laudanum and lace
and everything tastes
like heaven
Brandon Barnett
Written by
Brandon Barnett  Lake Ozark, Missouri
(Lake Ozark, Missouri)   
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   Susan Hunt
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