My Friend/My Foe

you run through my blood like a child through a field and in your steed my life you do wield laughing at me when i fall to the ground but when i have no one your always around you make me feel high over towns i can soar just a smigging of you and i always want more i know its a problem dont tell me i know the path towards death is the path that i sow but i can not help it i am a slave i wont give you up so ill start digging my grave i regret the day after but sorry i am not your gone again and im left to rot sometimes i am happy sometimes i am mean sometimes i am visable sometimes i am unseen alone in my room i turn to you once again your voice is the devils but am i insain i cant help these feelings i know i am sick i feel like im falling but it could be a mind trick i know its a killer and the path i have sow goodbye drugs my old friend goodbye drugs my old foe