I use to love drugs...
well I still do, its just
my old dealer fading
slow this new high I'm
not used to.... when I
Visit the sky I seem to
witness a different
blue like the sun went
to sleep lending it's job
to the moon
These clouds a
different puff I can't
adjust to how they
move.... I can't embrace
that usual soothe they evade
when I show an interest in
looking cool
So every time I get
high I'm trapped in
a big empty room,
Setting myself up
to crash like diving
in an empty pool..
you knew there was
no water but diving in
you couldn't refuse because
the thought of a new
high seduces your mind
and arouses you
So you flood
your veins allowing
that new addiction to
push through hoping
once it reaches your
heart the fight against
your prior desire would
improve.....
But it don't...
you just enhanced
it's ability to intrude..
It's potency doesn't
compare so your harassed
by thoughts of what was
removed
poisoned by your past
that influenced by something
new and it hurts the best this
time a sting inspired by what's
true
I used to love drugs..
I mean I still love love
but the stains they leave
behind..... Your always
forced to press rewind..
work so hard at staying
clean but can't control
the debris left in your
mind, with every move
your forced to think if
in loves direction your
past you'll find, pinning
you places you don't wanna
be hideous mountains you
rather not climb, just be
aware when using love
a drug that has a habit
of stealing your time
Love drug
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