.....
First taste
turned to desire
turned to hate
turned to absense
turned to Obsession
Should they know the truth?
Demons knocking at my door
Should I let them in?
Secrets circle and swarm
Running standing still
chained to the past
Desire is my life
leaves gather and blow
From the cold arises need
Worn pathways i tread once again
you have me
One gain to a million loses
Let me go
Can I taste you again?
Leave me
The air seems empty
Without you
...one.
...last.
...time..
Please...
Cocaine Addictions