𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

corrupted minds and toxic smoke

you make me addicted,
like the nicotine that entered me recently,
you are making me crave you,
all on purpose.

you text me,
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
i hate you
you mean that dont you?

you watch me as I crumble down to little pieces,
you watch as I shatter like the glass in my room last week,
you watch as the rose (now fully withered), falls out of my mouth,
you watch as blood oozes out from my heart,
you pick up my remnants and throw it in the chimney.