I'm wide awake and can hear thoughts become  

                      The voices in my head,

 I'm lobotomized can't hide I lost to the fix  

           Running through my blood, I'm done 

                        Traveling in my veins 

                The madness that stains my eyes    

            I'm soaked from it, Eating my addiction,

 stop to wreck my life a little 

                                           more,           

              Finding a place to defend,

 I try not to hide I want to believe in what others see,

       But I see the black and white of everything, 

Wrapped around the fingers of death I breathe,  

                       So Broken, So Dangerous,
Wrap my a flesh, Pale White tied off scars, 

A silk knot to the top of my warm arm ,

Pressing down on the flow restricting the cycle, 

Veins pulse as I rub the skin I inherently grin,

Licking my lips, this is perfection 

I fall to gravity , heart racing with intent

Having thoughts of good bye, 

Flooding my heart with the divine,

Rest in peace this could be my last day,

Shooting the liquid goddess with heaven I play,

A poppy pod one day will take me to the grave,

I'll have peace when I die even if it's today,

Flame to a bent spoon the sands liquefy,

The golden nectar tastes bitter as vinegar and sins that lie,

As the fumes rise and fill my nose soon I ritualized,

The syringe that now consumes my life,

Steady I hold my breath , 

As I Soak up the blood of a angels wings my muscles  twitch,

I push against my skin with the dragons mouth open, Pressure birthed with the numbing sting of silver steel,

Needle teeth with practice became mastery the ultimate function I feel so ill, 

Crimson threads mix with the divine breath of indulgence,  

The godhead of sedatives, a taboo blasphemy in society,

The underground seduction of debauchery, 

With one little prick, 

A sudden flood of nauseated excitement reflects,

Pressing down, the merge complete, 

Injecting the blood of angels within me,

Releasing the blinding, the unraveling knot my bloods starts to speak to me,

Lifting my arm to the land of the dead,

My eyes roll back as I feel the euphoria spread to my head, my arm bled,

       Like feeling the warmth of a mother cradling their child in bed,

       Like slipping into a warm bath again,

With Itching so pleasurable it seems sublime,

The rush of heaven unbound within my hollow soul undivided, a hidden unholy guide,

If I died tonight I'd be fine,

The world turned numb as I opened my eyes,

I felt my body ascend,

My soul shifting within ,

The world went black the void of nothingness,

I commented the most vile of sins, 

Suicide was the plan in the end, 

Heroin was the gun I used to end it,

Goodbye,





Suicide Was The Plan In The End

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Suicide Was The Plan In The End

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