Read Between The Lines

[ecstasy_thought]

Looking at the glass again,
Tracing over the etching.
Remembering how I lost a friend,
And all of the years collecting.

So strange it is to see,
From the real world now,
See what my life was before me,
And how quickly the thing was struck down.

Reading between the lines,
Playing and twisting the words.
Everything is fine,
Outside my own little blur.

Remembering the times,
Those lines were drawn by me.
Seeing my reflection heavy and tired from the lies,
Remembering the night I stumbled and didn't see.

A drug story,
Yet again I do tell.
Another bit of glory,
In this ever glowing hell!