The euphoric feeling of my dreams slipping through my grasp,
to light headed dreams from time wasted,
insatiable hunger which eats relationships alive,
followed by a deep sleep to forget all my pains.
When I reach for that next hit,
that next wake-up punch in the face,
digging myself into this deep pit,
starting out fast, with no pace.
Soon this drug fueled fixation will me a dream,
a forgotten memory of desire and doubt,
something that died when it hit my blood stream,
drowned in a high created by this drug drought.
Alas, this is not how my life is meant to be,
with convictions and morals which were clear,
I was a man who was meant to be free,
now I am a man, owned by fear, for the sake of cheer.