Dark ***** eyes, das still can see far the rapids
Wiped me off his pants, All the stars deleted from the sky mspainted
Washed the scar off of my forehead
Nothing like snorting old leaves
Walked to your urn, itsplaced at your bedroom door
My bedroom door
Wiped the cycle, the moon on your top lid
The cycle,the moon
On your bedroom door

my pain was too much
too much even for painkillers to ease it
it felt good
while it lasted
smoking a joint was enough
or maybe even two
no one knew
but only myself
when i did it
Guess what?

These days people only love who they deem useful to their life. As soon as they've ****** all the happiness, affection and soul from the person to make themselves feel better they will leave them in a smouldering pit to burn alone and try to figure out how to survive when they've taken all that you were.

Oh!
How untrue?
The misery will return
If I return to it
Using could become the cause
For numbing the light
Allowing the darkness in
Then the confusion
Then the misery
Then the pain

Thoughts
           Mingling
Brain
           Tingling
Disturbance
           in
             the
                force

          *Who cares?

moments of darkness that turned into hours
hours would turn days
days would turn into months
using would bring darkness
while numbing the light

even in light there would be more darkness
not seeing what was ahead
but only seeing what it didn't have for me
a future that was my past

more darker time with regrets
loosing money, time, and a place called mines
I crumbled!
then I cracked
the pillars that held my world up came tumbling down on me

turning to the bottle would be the answer
drinking every last drop
and drinking even more
until I stumbled
I could no longer hold myself up
I crashed and burned

How do you grow another heart

How do you stop loving something

Because I didn’t mean to stop

But the colors are now fading into light

And the water’s soon to dry