He walks in, but faded.
His flat face says it all.
His eyes are bolted and red,
His lips are black and dry
His arms are spotted blue.
He became one of them.
Now,They all look alike.
From inside out.
Can't you see ?
Or are you still living in the Wowo-land.
Haven't you heard?
He almost got caught last night,
When one of them almost died in a seizure.
He selfishly said he won't get involve,
So, he won't get in trouble.
He almost, almost did.
The other was almost, almost dead.
Haven't you recognize his face from all of theirs?
Who once were our friends,
our lovers and are now our foes.
Their emotionless face must say
We are the snakes and devils,
if had a human shape.
He's now one of them,
Goodbye to life, for him.
maybe,hopefully for now.
If you wonder why he got on his.
I will guess.
He would feel the urge to escape,
A desire to smile,
Since,it's so hard to accomplish.
He drags it harshly into his veins,
Once, it's in,
His body would immensely absorb,
His mind would softly disappears,
Here comes,the rush it fulfilled.
The rush, he cherished.
Intoxicating his weak body.
Numbing his hopeless mind.
He thought this would take him down forever,
He loved the thrill of damage and fracture,
He secretly wanted to give away his wounded soul,
His lighted head would temporarily shuts down
But As soon as he wakes up again,
He would feel how the pain returns,
Bitter and stronger,
It's just not fading away.
It's now growing on him.
It's his time to face it again.
He cowardly reach his damned drug again.
Rejecting his cursed reality.
What should we believe ?
A misbehave or mislead
They all look alike.
Can't you see it or don't you want to ?
Are you in still in the wowo land,
Or Did you move to a land of your own?
Where reality is ignored but not denied,
Take me with you,please.
Because I'm falling apart alone.