Burning Myself

One More Rush

I'm driving down the road of the old to the new

And I'm across the line,

Bring me back to the darkness, 

my own lane vanishing,

and I'm fragile,

broken,

And we're pulling the enemy across the line.

I asked Landon what I took and he smiles as he looks down at me,

bringing his lips to my ear and whispers so slightly, "oxydone."

I knew it was a narcotic.

I knew that it was hard, it was addicting, it was easy to get.

And none of those dangers really crossed my mind, I just had them fuzzy in my mind,

I didn't even care he was giving me narcotics,

even though I heard once that oxy was one step below heroin,

and I was breaking apart on one side of me,

and the other was ignoring her, 

feeling the rush,

whether it was him near me, maybe the music.

But then when you hear another whisper as he takes brushes your back with his hand, 

"You okay?" He asks, even though I know he isn't concerned,

it was playful,

it was one more rush,

the chills down my spine,

the feeling was just oh-so-right.

I knew this was bad,

I barely knew him,

but I looked up and replied, "This is nothing." 

My eyes flickered, 

awaiting his response.

His face perked up,

his eyes lit up,

and he whispered in my other ear, "Baby, bring it on."