Using and Abusing
My body is always abused and it's always used:
But the fact is I really don’t care, never even wash my hair;
Never giving my body any fuel, my head is a whirlpool;
Everything’s out of control, I’m sinking into a black hole.
All the alcohol I drink so I cant think;
Is really abusing me, destroying my body literally;
7 packs per week I smoke, causing my lungs to be a joke;
All the drugs I consume, surely is causing my doom?
Every single blade scar, from where I went too far;
My body's where the art is made, the brush itself being a blade.
This dreadful addiction can't be cured, it has my death soon ensured.
But still from this pain I can't wake, unable to give my body a single break.
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