that point inside
your veins
that rips you from
your mind
the one that takes
your soul
it leaves nothing
for you
it takes what it can making
you feel
that without it
you’re not real
it’s drowned
you out
for more than five years
it took away all
your fear
but it’s left you with
nothing more to bear
than a deep hole
inside your arm
that you can only see
with empty brown eyes
I can only say I’ve tried
more than a few times
to help you get it off your mind
but now now you’re only
crushing up more lines
with more lines comes
more tracks
which ends up with
less life and less tact
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
that point inside
your veins
that rips you from
your mind
the one that takes
your soul
it leaves nothing
for you
it takes what it can making
you feel
that without it
you’re not real
it’s drowned
you out
for more than five years
it took away all
your fear
but it’s left you with
nothing more to bear
than a deep hole
inside your arm
that you can only see
with empty brown eyes
I can only say I’ve tried
more than a few times
to help you get it off your mind
but now now you’re only
crushing up more lines
with more lines comes
more tracks
which ends up with
less life and less tact
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