take you down another level, get you dancing with the devil.

"Bring the drugs baby, I can bring my pain, bring your love baby, I can bring my shame."


I was bold,dove in deep, head first with my eyes shut, in any moment of panic you do all you really know how.You numb the feel,the thoughts, the needs and wants you numb the cruel, harsh reality. Time doesn't exist when mixtures and remedies are involved. The day goes by and your sure in each moment you feel full and alive, and your living to the pure extent of life, full of life making all your decisions under and sometimes way above but, you say "you like the thrill, nothings gonna make you feel this real"...oxymoron you cant feel, you have no feelings, anything that may have existed has turned cold and black, its not you, its who you wish to be when you escape, how can you feel so alone and drowned of sound in a room full of people nothing exists but your thoughts who's really behind those hazed red eyes. The peak is the addiction when nothing can touch you, the high keeps you coming back. Then slowly the fall begins everything is setting back in, that lonely, uncomfortable cold feeling that your alone is back and all those things you just ran away from are creeping back up,its almost as if it only got worse. Everything that you thought got left on the peak of the mountain is back ten times harder in impact, maybe this time even more difficult to deal with. Is this what keeps you coming back the disappearance of time. You think you winning but, really your losing since time is one thing you'll never get back. At this point me is who I am trying to save myself from.