Your in my head again
You are whispering  sickly sweet temptations,
I close my eyelids to block you out
But you are waiting for me, you have painted the underside of my lids red with blood
My heart beats faster
My brow is awash with sweat
Your words drilling into my brain, echoing throughout.
I want to run, I want to calm down, but now you've gone and done it, I am thirsty for blood.
Feeling excited
Feeling afraid
Feeling out of control
I draw a map of my journey across my flesh with a blade,
Destination self destruct.
The blood runs like soup, I rest my head back and take a breath
What's done is done.
As the bad is purged out so the good can come in, this drug is unforgiving
One must always purge, sooner or later.
At least I have survived today.