White lines
Melting on oily fingers
Nothing but residue left by the end of the night
Its like giving up the fight
The fight between what everyone thinks is right
And your feelings
But I cant fight if I dont feel
With white lines
Comes blurry vision and heavy breathing
I think it has finally hollowed me out.
Finally burrowed it's way into my soul
My sanity taken by white lines
Thoughts are just thoughts
Empty of feeling.