In the haze of highs, I feel alive,
Drunk on moments, I strive to survive.
Addiction's grip, I cannot deny,
Sabotaging self, asking myself why.
Bodies increasing, a twisted array,
Harassed by pigs, in the crocodile's sway.
Dirty hands leave a touch unkind, In this chaos,
I'm lost, trying to find.
A self unrecognizable, lost in the scheme,
Pigs and crocodiles, a dangerous dream.
Breeds may differ, but behavior's the same,
Staring at reflections, searching for a name.
In this world of chaos, am I even real?
Different breeds, yet the same raw deal.
Lost in the rhythm of a dangerous rhyme,
Trying to break free from this torturous time.
