Alma

I can sense the monster crawling in me Feel their little feet tingle all over me Taste the metallic that grants me ecstasy Smell the rust coming out from my breath Hearing the yelling I see now the effects of meth My body entwined with all the lies My mind conflicted if I should buy My brain inflamed with a buzzing inside My conscious rebounds with time Tears fall down my face Realizing that all of me are a trace, Traces of not me but of mistakes. Happiness before was just fake. I have regrets and anger. Since now I cannot linger.