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Insult to injury

Contributed by cpich017 on Saturday, 9th April 2011 @ 10:43:25 AM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse

Satisfied lungs and full livers
Temporarily sends the hope I need when it delivers
Take the disappointed blood from inside my veins
Send yourself through hell, then you`ll understand what this explains

I`ve got a shaky handle on things lets all assume
While I`m burning breakfast, lunch, and dinner in a coffee less, coffee spoon

Food for thought, it devours my soul, from being empty, tortured, and swallowed
Begging for anything more than a stressed vein, or something hallowed
These withered arms have a bull’s eye, and I never miss hitting red
Goodbye reality, here comes my poison I.V

More guaranteed than Saturday becoming Sunday, a second before midnight
More lying than in a ten year coma
More hot and cold tempers spiralling out of control than a fresh hurricane
This happy ending will come at all costs

Living like an old razor, I`ve always got something breaking my skin
Trying to live happily ever after is the reason why I am shredding away
Soon to be backed into a corner, by the coroner

Insult to injury, if tomorrow becomes a mistake
I`ll start making accidents on purpose

A thoughtless reply, to “penny for your thoughts”
Give me your wings, and you can have my lungs
I`m controlled by you like the breeze through the wind
You see this as a game, you win, I sin

Another sin, another lie, facing life with a shaky alibi
I`ve got bloody hands and already saying not guilty
Soon to become a story kids learn about in history

If you`ve ever felt like dying, than I`ve been dying to feel like you?

Copyright Â© cpich017 ... [ 2011-04-09 10:43:25]
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