Overdose
All alone, mind lost,
No friends, just demons,
High sacrifice for low cost.
Sleepless nights, terror filled thoughts,
Unsteady heartbeat,
Unpure soul rots.
Crawling skin, fake bites,
Torn between two people,
Blind fought fights.
Gone to hell and back,
Medicating on booze
And low cost crack.
Her good person is herself,
With no memory of how she became,
She see's her, and grabs the lighter from the shelf.
Her evil person is Addict,
And is now in control,
And has just about had it.
One last dance, for old time's sake,
Absolutely no chance to live,
But a chance they take.
Dead heartbeat but shallow pulse,
Asleep like comatose,
Overdose.
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