Poezja

Fading quickly away right before our eyes-

Drowning in a life of pain hidden under my disguise-

This wasted life has become nothing but a blur-

Left now with only memories of who you once were-

Find yourself reminiscing back to the days that you were clean-

Now just find myself waiting for someone to intervene-

Slipping away from reality as the poison attacks-

Damaged arms hold evidence of affliction just follow the tracks-

In my painful solitude I watch my blood mix with sin-

Now fusing together as I draw back on the syringe-

My addiction pulls me further in as I pull the plunger back-

Emptiness running thru my veins, feelings are what I lack-

I used to be happy in life, always thought I'd come out on top-

Which is why I'm so confused and I question "why cant I just fucking stop"-

But now the drug has taken over, my life is gone, I have no control-

Nothing left to numb my pain, nothing strong enough to fill this hole-

So continue to act like my life is together but how long can we really pretend-

Have to face the truth and realize that I'm gone and this is the end-