Monday, September 11, 2006

Off the Drug

I'm trying to
I'm trying to do anything
To be clean of you

There's nothing good
Coming of this
Only a slow end to life

But I want it
Want to be high
As I am with you

Inhale you
Breathe you in
And choke, but in blis

I don't know why
Why I have to try
To hate the pain

I should just quit you
But I need a fix
And I'm itching to be clean

This drug has twisted
My mind out of control
Into an addiction
-- 8.23.06

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