The deeper you push, the higher you get,
that's just a myth,
told by those who haven’t experienced
the urban legend of addiction yet.
Hit it right,
Hit it left,
Hit it in your neck.
Pleasure comes with no direction,
guided only by the intent to be misleading.
Scratching and picking at what is left of the rotting flesh falling away from an already decaying body.
Poison me,
Poison the pain,
Poison is the disease that eases.
Ill from a sickness that chases the burning ache into flames.
Relieved by the numbing warmth
of modern medicines very own Jekyll and Hyde.
The remake of this horror story is known as Dope to most.
Heal hurt,
Heal from within,
Heal feeling crazy with being insane.
Hiding between hallways filled with shameful waste.
Feigning to be aware of nothing true,
begging to be released from the binding belief that has captivated your entire being.
Pray today,
Pray for Death,
Pray to live for one more hit.
The further you get the easier it gets to forget, that’s what you think,
I know things to be quit the opposite.
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