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Poisonously Me
The only thing that's really bad for me and detrimental to my health Is this violent thing inside of me the vile poison that is myself. I'm what keeps me up at night I'm what goes and gets me high. Leave the real world so far below as I'm flying through the sky No regard for responsibility as I leave reality. Thoughtless, wreckless, careless me. I'm the only thing, that's standing in my way. I'm what's stopping me from every opportunity. This toxic thing inside my mind there's nothing it wants, that it won't find. A self destructive consumer of all I climb my highest so the further I may fall. It's not just the high I want but crash as well. cause I've never felt as alive as I did the day I fell. With fear my friend and torture my lover. I want them both not one or the other. Never satisfied I always want one more as desire comes knocking, at my door. Everything that's bad for me is all I really want to do Let's do a line of any kind Indulgence in this it is my glue. Giving in to all things sin. Is the only thing I have To fill this hole that's never full has taken all I had. I watch myself spiral down while laughter is, the only sound. Not a thing to learn so I take an extra turn and love it as I burn. Why does my favorite thing have to be that I feel amazing when I bleed. Will it catch me or will I stay ahead? Will I have family or be alone on the day I'm dead? I will surely be the one who brings about my end. Even though I'm bad for me. I'm still my favorite friend.
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