40% alcohol,
Hard liquor,
Vodka.
Ziplock bag,
White powder,
Cocaine.
Rust coloured,
The smell hitting the weight out of my head,
Light headed,
Whiskey.
Thick brown,
Mixed with fire,
A good ol cigar.
Needles prick,
Pictures permanent on my skin,
Going back for more,
Tattoos.
They line my ears,
Metal rings,
Black studs,
My piercings.
Liquid high,
Smokey high,
Needle high,
They raise my broken feelings up,
But push my health down.
A tremendous rush I feel,
When I consume them,
The next day,
My body reaches,
A new level of deterioration.
Up till 5 am drinking,
Smoking,
Cancelling my problems,
Faking the feeling,
Of being carefree.
What is school?
I do not know,
I've detached my soul from,
That energy sucking hellhole.
It swallows you whole,
Breaks apart,
The strong bonds between,
Your closest of friends.
They broke me,
Internally.
I'm fixing it,
By destroying my flesh and organs.
Two birds with one stone,
Driving myself over the cliff,
My emotions in a stir fry,
My body charred, overcooked.
The best present,
One could ever give me,
Is a casket,
Filled with my tears,
For me to swim,
Cleansing my entire being.
Declined at the doors of heaven,
I laugh,
I saw this coming.
Promiscuous lifestyles, drug filled,
Substance abuse, sex abuse,
I'm no angel with white wings,
I'm happy to dwell,
In the eternal pits of hell,
Letting the fires bring me the physical pain,
Unbearable pain.
Inside out,
Let me fall,
Into the fiery abyss.
People around me,
They reprimand me,
For leading such,
A sinful lifestyle,
But I have been forced to,
To complete my broken self,
By breaking it more,
My life is a shipwreck,
Rotting even more in the salt water,
We call the ocean.
It was never good.
Just paint my wings black,
And make me happy.
