maggots have a pulse I didn't have a thing
ketamine said she's microdosed it i call bullshit ..sillycybin and a slice of bread is what she fixed for breakfast ..lunch and dinner.. she says its all in my head ..dreading the walks down these same hallways ..to check she if shes dead..no ducking out not by choice i keep my clonzepam bottle hid ..drop the needle on the record . the thrill is gone she still sings a long ..with it .every word same smile on her pretty little lips ..its same routine for twenty plus years now . thats love but i still have to test it you wouldn't understand ..dance with me.. same bare feet ..on the wood floor staind black.. same stained feet prints ..swirl in the exact.. spot where i spin her in the kitchen..my arms promise to never let her go ..bottle of aged wine poured in her same favorite glass.. jack daniels for me gentlemens two fingers no questions asked ..these moments could last forever.. no other thoughts just let em pass ..this city isn't ours but we contribute to helping those in need ..inside this is our universe we both built doing our thing.. arguments big decisions ..big mistakes ..lots of laughter ..and these wall are painted with alot of love ..mixed emotions splattered with huge amounts of pain...flys on the wall seen streams of squirted blood stains .. unnatural feelings ..drug induced conversations don't mean a damn thing.. in one ear out the. other ..painkillers patched the holes in my heart. amphetamines patched the holes in the ceiling .......... drywall punched that hole in a paper heart.. i scribbled with black crayon on the ceiling ..when i had nothing not a thing.. and no way to hit a vain.. i played alot of darts sat and listened to the rain ..couldn't score for days.. learned why they call it a window payne .. remember trying and waiting all day hate to say but i even prayed that,d id score cure this sickness fiend fuckin slave ..broken by my master like even maggots have a pulse i had not a thing not a thing not a thing . feelings thought i would of od,d at twenty five keep uping the dose ate 30 5mh vicodins in 24 hours than woke up pissed like im sick i should of kept back at least 5 doing the most through it you might still have a chance before your too torn if you forget who you are your souls separating from your body you. womt realize as it happens change is slow and gradually your true friends will speak up and try to save you from this dark thing thats happening find your own place in mind and stand firmly stand your ground know when it happens every one will oppose you even close family that should tell you something when they send a whole army youll be just fine its God Jesus and you only
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ketamine said she's microdosed it i call bullshit ..sillycybin and a slice of bread is what she fixed for breakfast ..lunch and dinner.. she says its all in my head ..dreading the walks down these same hallways ..to check she if shes dead..no ducking out not by choice i keep my clonzepam bottle hid ..drop the needle on the record . the thrill is gone she still sings a long ..with it .every word same smile on her pretty little lips ..its same routine for twenty plus years now . thats love but i still have to test it you wouldn't understand ..dance with me.. same bare feet ..on the wood floor staind black.. same stained feet prints ..swirl in the exact.. spot where i spin her in the kitchen..my arms promise to never let her go ..bottle of aged wine poured in her same favorite glass.. jack daniels for me gentlemens two fingers no questions asked ..these moments could last forever.. no other thoughts just let em pass ..this city isn't ours but we contribute to helping those in need ..inside this is our universe we both built doing our thing.. arguments big decisions ..big mistakes ..lots of laughter ..and these wall are painted with alot of love ..mixed emotions splattered with huge amounts of pain...flys on the wall seen streams of squirted blood stains .. unnatural feelings ..drug induced conversations don't mean a damn thing.. in one ear out the. other ..painkillers patched the holes in my heart. amphetamines patched the holes in the ceiling .......... drywall punched that hole in a paper heart.. i scribbled with black crayon on the ceiling ..when i had nothing not a thing.. and no way to hit a vain.. i played alot of darts sat and listened to the rain ..couldn't score for days.. learned why they call it a window payne .. remember trying and waiting all day hate to say but i even prayed that,d id score cure this sickness fiend fuckin slave ..broken by my master like even maggots have a pulse i had not a thing not a thing not a thing . feelings thought i would of od,d at twenty five keep uping the dose ate 30 5mh vicodins in 24 hours than woke up pissed like im sick i should of kept back at least 5 doing the most through it you might still have a chance before your too torn if you forget who you are your souls separating from your body you. womt realize as it happens change is slow and gradually your true friends will speak up and try to save you from this dark thing thats happening find your own place in mind and stand firmly stand your ground know when it happens every one will oppose you even close family that should tell you something when they send a whole army youll be just fine its God Jesus and you only
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