Glazed, ice on ice,
Dark holes in the night
It creeps under your skin
Up through your nose
You breathe it in
Stumbling around
You shake
Jittery
And still come back for more
The monster in the closet
That always calls your name
And you-you follow it anyway
Though you know the game
It glitters in the sun.
Fire in a bag.
You soar so high....
Then you crash a week later.
My love
My unholy monster
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Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 9:50 AM UTC
Glazed, ice on ice,
Dark holes in the night
It creeps under your skin
Up through your nose
You breathe it in
Stumbling around
You shake
Jittery
And still come back for more
The monster in the closet
That always calls your name
And you-you follow it anyway
Though you know the game
It glitters in the sun.
Fire in a bag.
You soar so high....
Then you crash a week later.
My love
My unholy monster
****
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