Disaster

My soul is running on fumes,
Try to stop the world but it resumes.
My head is full of disasters,
Multiple personalities equals plenty of masters.
Dream about murder but talk about highness,
Do all kinds of drugs to clean out my sinus.
Shits and giggles, yeah that sounds insane
I get shakes and wakes, sometimes even pain,
When I'm down to my last hit,
I'm nowhere near ready to quit.
My soul is on fire,
The drugs are my desire.
The reason I stay alive,
Is because they have arrived.
The scream inside my head,
Says I should be dead.
I try to kill the pain,
The reason is insane.
The drugs won't go away,
The fear is here to stay.
I wanna put it six feet under,
But it sounds just like thunder.
The feeling of being froze,
With drugs going up my nose.
The feeling of regret,
For the drugs I have met.