I Am High
Changed by the different colors on my door.
I ran.
I felt.
I cried.
Times my life by four.
I see the saw.
The changing of the seasons.
Caged by one century.
To live one life.
To find my strife.
One blade to back my knife.
Sad eyes filled with hateful cries.
Tears streaming off my face.
I fell into the cracks created by my lies.
Alone I have to face my disgrace.
In my universe where darkness shines.
Blacker than any space to my shrine.
Beyond the moon, spell were cast, I am spellbound.
Addicted to the needle.
Addicted to the spoon.
Within the six sides of the tides.
I am high, against the ceiling of my blood soaked room.
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