In my writings....
Whenever I relapse....
It was because of their non-feeling spells
Which black magic haunts me
As well.
I got high...I wanted to sleep.
Never to stay awake
As they creep
You are the emotional slave
the controlled
As they laughed
Darkness started to unfold.
The winter blasts within
Not just outside
Can't the ones once closer to you
stop killing his soul with their pride?