But you are way past saving, as I stare at the blood dripping from your eyes. Your promises are masked with lies. Feeding on forsaken cries.
Are you the master or servant? With a filthy disguise. Or a conductor of your own demise?
Trapped behind these bars of your self made prison, holder of a key with a suicidal vision. Consuming without a thought of this wretched venom. The stench lingers on with every apology given.
Your bitter hands weep for a sense of safety, while the addiction strangles you slowly. The possessed voices near as you slip away, your blood grows cold as you dissipate.
Just come back to me.
You wont stop till your heart quits beating, as you fall to the floor. Seizing, foaming at the mouth. Still begging for some more.
Trapped behind these bars of your self made prison, holder of a key with a suicidal vision. Consuming without a thought of this wretched venom. The stench lingers on with every apology given.
Secreting out your skin, cleansed away. This is just the beginning you will overcome. The grim masses know that they control your mind.