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relapse.
drugs.
that sexy high.
it's a memory. the beauty. the want. the need.
the craving. crave me.
let me get into your blood stream and annihilate you.
feel the kisses on your breath.
the sweat and moans of great afternoon sex.
we say the words. those words everyone says.
to keep you. wrap me tightly.

crush me. let me be numb.
sad and blue was the crack pipe.
then we made love with drugs and pills.
you gave yourself the saddest sickness.

each of us creates our own way.
a way to kill the emotions with a needle and syringe.
that's beautiful isn't it?
this broken mess of bloody disasters.
i wanted to help you.
i wanted you to see.

how openly you are crushing me.
i wish the high would never end.
where we'd get drunk.
you got to me. not an easy thing to do, mind you.
I wanted to dream. Dream up a fantasy so I could escape this horrid reality.

There were no shortage of trips to the hospital. The straightjacket was my friend.
I had to be restrained. Or rather, I enjoyed it.
I begged for your dagger to impale me. slowly, so I could enjoy the pain. savour it.
like the needle. But it wasn't the same.

Fucking doctors are useless. 'Medicine' too. It's just boring.
Makes me think when I don't want to.
I'd rather fuck the living shit out of you.
But after that, it would be boring, again.
I'd just dream myself into another relapse.

Don't you just love that hazy moment. Where you don't know if you'll wake up or die in your sleep?
I crave it. Again. This world is fucking bullshit...

I'll give you my number. We can hook up.
Maybe have fun. Then get high and do fuck all.

Love me? No.
The sex was great! You made me want it, so bad.

But now I'm dead. And it's all boring still...
Time is, so slow..

~End~

Description
relapse.
drugs.
that sexy high.
it's a memory. the beauty. the want. the need.
the craving. crave me.
let me get into your blood stream and annihilate you.
feel the kisses on your breath.
the sweat and moans of great afternoon sex.
we say the words. those words everyone says.
to keep you. wrap me tightly.

crush me. let me be numb.
sad and blue was the crack pipe.
then we made love with drugs and pills.
you gave yourself the saddest sickness.

each of us creates our own way.
a way to kill the emotions with a needle and syringe.
that's beautiful isn't it?
this broken mess of bloody disasters.
i wanted to help you.
i wanted you to see.

how openly you are crushing me.
i wish the high would never end.
where we'd get drunk.
you got to me. not an easy thing to do, mind you.
I wanted to dream. Dream up a fantasy so I could escape this horrid reality.

There were no shortage of trips to the hospital. The straightjacket was my friend.
I had to be restrained. Or rather, I enjoyed it.
I begged for your dagger to impale me. slowly, so I could enjoy the pain. savour it.
like the needle. But it wasn't the same.

Fucking doctors are useless. 'Medicine' too. It's just boring.
Makes me think when I don't want to.
I'd rather fuck the living shit out of you.
But after that, it would be boring, again.
I'd just dream myself into another relapse.

Don't you just love that hazy moment. Where you don't know if you'll wake up or die in your sleep?
I crave it. Again. This world is fucking bullshit...

I'll give you my number. We can hook up.
Maybe have fun. Then get high and do fuck all.

Love me? No.
The sex was great! You made me want it, so bad.

But now I'm dead. And it's all boring still...
Time is, so slow..

~End~