21 February, 2011

Scapegoat



i welcome the empty bliss
smoke streaming past my lips
embrace this drug's cool kiss
my mind's becoming numb
one more hit before i succumb

thoughts of you whirl around
nothing makes sense now
i feel like i'm being drowned
smoke dances from another exhale
leaving behind its silvery trail

man i'll never be content
can i ever reach the limit?
i'm afraid of its descent
the paranoia's overwhelming me
but getting lost is the key

exhaustion spreads through my limbs
i know i shouldn't give in
but this is sure looking grim
everything's joining as one
fuck it, i'm done

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