Day 1:
You dance through it, with painted smiles and
Portrait lenses tinted pink
You don't leave this sand castle you've constructed
Head in the clouds, tripping on thunderbolts
Day 2:
The sun draws shadows down your spine
You're not broken, only scratched
A second-hand car, gone to get your fix
New paint to hide those scars
Day 6:
There's no steering you away
By now its a repetition, wrenching sunlight from lemons
Black, white, black white
Black eyes, ripped pockets
Day 57:
Heaven is only for angels,
But you're a wolf in disguise
You flew too close to the sun, wax wings
Burning, drowning, clawing (your way to the top again)
Day 100:
Today's the day. You're gonna do it again.
Pierce the veil, soar to new heights
Away from those demons you used to know they shout out STOPDON'TDOTHIS
But you can't-FIGHTIT-don't want to wake from this dream
Day 9649:
You're a blind man waiting for the sun to rise
It's getting hard to breathe in this haze
Then there's a pinprick of white
You surge forward, riding on waves of desperation
Day 335481:
Its an unsurmountable wall
You keep climbing and climbing and climbing and climbing but
Look down and suddenly there's a hundred
Miles left
to
drop
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One word. Drugs. Actually, its three. DON'T DO DRUGS.