melt my heart and take me high
...i'm that kind of addict.
stories of overcoming toxins of a past life
not realizing the poison that's coming in.
keep it coming.
if the high fails, give me more.
...i'm that kind of addict.
everyone said i should quit
...i'm a blind kind of addict.
i inhale it, i inject it, i engulf it to the point of perceived bliss
Stop.
is this even real anymore?
does this drug even get me high
or do i just want to believe it does so much so i won't have to feel anything else?
Withdrawl.
back and forth feelings of
i need you, i miss you, i want you
realizations of
you're no good for me
you turn my veins into boiling acid disguised as blood
...still boiling.
your toxic levels rise so high, you infect everyone around you
do i still want you?
no, but that high, i'd take back any day
not from you
from Him
