She Fled Into a Dark Oblivion On the Rise
She Fled Into A Dark Oblivion On The Rise
She fled into a dark oblivion on the rise
mad race into its dark devil's eyes.
Just another fix, her body had its needs
who cares if everything else bleeds?
Needle and a spoon - O' what a damn song
clown in love, sadly tagging along.
Oh baby! I will love you even more tonight
I need my fix, so we don't fight.
And the wicked demon, he was not evil rum
a beast with her under its thumb.
Not a conman selling his slick little lies
nor hidden storms in gentle skies.
Just a needle with its pointy little head
her laying in a haze upon her bed.
Now I was there, the sad clown holding on
a future day, my smile- it was gone!
And that dark demon, flew in every day
held her captive every damn way.
And the clown tried to hold that place
with tears streaming down his face!
One day- The sad tears all dried on up
he refused to be her empty cup.
And away he flew to another dear Fate
and then she held her bitter hate!
Another excuse, needle to meet her arm
just one more, for whats the harm?
Resting there- beautiful eyes all a'glaze
soon the comfort of a dead haze!
She fled into a dark oblivion on the rise
mad race into its dark devil's eyes.
12-07-2015
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