Morphine soaks the bedsheets
The bottle is broken
And the syringe is laying on the floor
I need a way to escape the escape
I need a way to relive the dead
I need a way to comprehend the imaginary
Help me do the impossible
Grant me one wish, God
Grant me the serenity to change what I can't
Grant me the freedom to choose my own will
Grant me a cure from the opiate haven
I have torn it out of my own being
I have ills, I have ailments
I need your help, Oh God
Thou shalt save me from my one true nemesis
Myself...
No help is coming?
No God?
No God?
Why have you forsaken me?
"People think you're like that all the time, but I don't think that. I just usually write when I'm depressed" -Robert Smith
Friday, May 25, 2012
Drown it out
I sit here and drown it out
Drown the voices, drown them out
They need to leave, I need them gone
Just put my favorite music on
Sip this bottle, it will ease the pain
The greatest lie ever told
It increases, the pain, tenfold
I can't stop it, I won't stop it
Drown the voices, drown them out
They need to leave, I need them gone
Just put my favorite music on
Sip this bottle, it will ease the pain
The greatest lie ever told
It increases, the pain, tenfold
I can't stop it, I won't stop it
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