Escape
I want to fly away
So far, so far just go back home
I don't want to stay
I want to fly away
Please God please set me free
Please send me home
This could be my last chance
So I reject his hand I don't have time to dance
I'm fighting for my last breath
New drugs consumed, Still withdrawals from meth
My chosen drug no longer mine
A loss expected, never rejected
Seeking a cure for the infected
The need to touch
The tongue brings such a rush
And underneath each fingertip
A gentle stroke to dismiss the pain
Feel the high
Indulge, don't let it slip by
For when will it come again
This love that's addicting
Copyright © Kristine Baca | Year Posted 2011
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