DEATH OF A JUNKIE

DEATH OF A JUNKIE

Twisted anthem of the soul,

Always seeking your control,

Comforting to know that you’re just a needle away,

Poison never tasted in such a euphoric way,

Fill my veins and set me free,

From the weight of all my worries,

In this corner I’ll sit,

Fuck the world, I couldn’t give a shit,

It’s my life I constantly tell you,

I could care less of what you’re saying, regardless if it’s true,

What’s this crawling beneath my skin,

I’ve got to get it before it kills me from within,

Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

All these voices in my head are corrupt,

Who’s that skeleton in the mirror?

I’m the only one here.

Now they all surround me,

With caws and cackles ever so creepy,

Wait… Everything is spinning,

I scream, “I get it! This is no longer a game I’m winning!”

Help me! The day has yet to end,

A demon whispers, “For you it has, my friend.”

No… there lays my body put me back in,

Pulling me down in unison the demons mock my sin,

Too late, for this time I took it a little too far,

I suppose they’ll always remember the death of a junkie, as I burn from afar.

-brad