I take a drag
And I swig a *****
Straight
Like glass cutting my throat
The effect is wonderful.
I'm a psychological wreck
Detesting the world
I feel the brushing of sorrow
Like a painting
Painted by the hand of a creative
Acid user.
I burn the paper notes
That were written in crimson
Blood from slim fingers
Blood from disgusting veins.
The black marks on the arms
The bruises from a needle
So prominent
And so sharp
Like a knife piercing the skin of a
Ripe apple.
This is a dark day
I point at the build up of hard drugs
Sitting on the bed of ***** ***
I'm a user
And I need no accuser.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
I take a drag
And I swig a *****
Straight
Like glass cutting my throat
The effect is wonderful.
I'm a psychological wreck
Detesting the world
I feel the brushing of sorrow
Like a painting
Painted by the hand of a creative
Acid user.
I burn the paper notes
That were written in crimson
Blood from slim fingers
Blood from disgusting veins.
The black marks on the arms
The bruises from a needle
So prominent
And so sharp
Like a knife piercing the skin of a
Ripe apple.
This is a dark day
I point at the build up of hard drugs
Sitting on the bed of ***** ***
I'm a user
And I need no accuser.
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