People come and people go
Feelings change, but don't we all know
This too well already
A sad fact of life, addictions gripping like an iron vice, stealing the very life force from veins,
Change faces, inflict pain
Steal away those we once thought we knew
Convince them to do things they never knew they could do
Narcotic charms, sickly poison in his arms
Contorting, twisting, distorting, the heart
Withering away, taking all that it can, waging war on yourself for one last fix....once is too much, but too much iis never gonna be enough
Until the day comes
Drifting...somewhere below consciousness, somewhere above reality
A pleasure so profound
Yet when outside looking in, your simply on the nod
Outside of yourself, shedding mortal coil, for heights unknown, untouched. A shell remains...
You are so far away from me now, in your eyes, its hard to find you...
the one I thought I knew
A smile that was capable of warming me to the core
Now only conjured when the the pin goes *****
Another sickly blemish on your skin
On my famished heart
You'll waste away
And when people ask
I'll smile and say
That I'm okay
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
People come and people go
Feelings change, but don't we all know
This too well already
A sad fact of life, addictions gripping like an iron vice, stealing the very life force from veins,
Change faces, inflict pain
Steal away those we once thought we knew
Convince them to do things they never knew they could do
Narcotic charms, sickly poison in his arms
Contorting, twisting, distorting, the heart
Withering away, taking all that it can, waging war on yourself for one last fix....once is too much, but too much iis never gonna be enough
Until the day comes
Drifting...somewhere below consciousness, somewhere above reality
A pleasure so profound
Yet when outside looking in, your simply on the nod
Outside of yourself, shedding mortal coil, for heights unknown, untouched. A shell remains...
You are so far away from me now, in your eyes, its hard to find you...
the one I thought I knew
A smile that was capable of warming me to the core
Now only conjured when the the pin goes *****
Another sickly blemish on your skin
On my famished heart
You'll waste away
And when people ask
I'll smile and say
That I'm okay
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