escape reality and kill myself with morphine
sweet innocence, a state of mind worth a sacrifice. when satisfied eyes wake, existence fails to be meaningful. sitter sorrow. thoughts of you always incomplete. here i sit bruised an broken.
the feeling of mournful needles march up my back. spiraling within a cry to once again tranquilize this life. give me hope and tease me with fantasies, we once again seem complete¡ floating. there is no atmosphere here in this box though i have never felt so alive....until the fire lurks over the horizon and consumes the endless i move through the red light because it cries out to never stop.
the feeling of mournful needles march up my back. spiraling within a cry to once again tranquilize this life. give me hope and tease me with fantasies, we once again seem complete¡ floating. there is no atmosphere here in this box though i have never felt so alive....until the fire lurks over the horizon and consumes the endless i move through the red light because it cries out to never stop.