A Medley Of Messages

S I N K I N G S W I F T L Y

I'm stuck.

A fly in flypaper.

Lost in a sea of quicksand.

I'm sinking.

Sinking swiftly.

I've become addicted.

I've become dependent.

You're a drug,

and I'm stuck on you.

You don't "need" me though.

You don't even want me.

I'm wasting my time,

slowly decaying.

Dying away,

piece by piece.

When i'm gone,

will you miss me?

Will you regret your decision?

Will you regret getting me hooked on you?

Will you regret making me fall?

You're cocaine,

both addictive and deadly.

The perfect symphony made to fuck me up.

Made to screw me over.

You damn dumb drug,

why did you have to get me so hooked on you?

Why did you have to let me sink?

Here I am,

lost.

Abandoned.

Disregarded.

Sinking swiftly into a loveless love.

Sinking swiftly into the quicksand.

Will you help me out?

Or will you let me sink?

I already know the answer to that question.

Like you said,

"you don't fall".

What you don't understand though,

Is that I do.

I fall.

I've fallen,

and i'm sinking swiftly.