In between moments of, endless well being,
In the middle of jabs
When feelings are real. They transcend,
But only transpire when my veins
Aren't on fire.

They're all synthetic.
It's all a huge facade
But i'd rather the needle in my stream
Then have to live through
my
only
true
feelings.

Sometimes you hurt so much, I don't know how to move
Sometimes you wrapping your lips
Around my hips; Sucking dry, the scars
The needle left on my arm
Is like the saline, I need
...'cause the poison has drained me.

You fall down the staires like a
Huge blow up doll. I can't decipher
if you're real; or a synthetic
love. A needle infection
or a love affection? The love of my life
Or the hullicinations of my mind

Through the window, the sun is playing with your hair
I can hear your skin screaming
Calling for true rays; and not
the fake. The 'feeling' of light running
through your veins.
It's just not the same.

We're God's malfunctioned angels
'cause i swear he was the first to
Push the needle in my arm!
If I believed in time machines
I would of run away from the dark

Once I saw the future in your eyes
But now I'm sick.
Because, the future exists
And now matter how much I blow into
My broken stream,
It never seems to kill me.
It just won't let me leave.

Sweet Weakness.

I'm trying.
I'm trying to see that silver lining.
I'm drawing the images in my mind
Of the door to escape into another time,
When my blood wasn't synthetic,
and my heart beat for the fun of it.
When sunlight used to nourish my skin
...memories.

It looks after me like an angel.
And I alone slain my whole family.
My life. My dreams; My insides.
The elixir of the veins.
So when I just forget to breathe
I hear it scream! Oh the need.
The need to grip that syringe
And push it so deep even my bones
Bruise.

It wraps it's arms around my arteries
Like a blanket when the windows fog up
In the cold. It gives warmth into every
Fibre of my body. It breathes life
Back into me.

And as my lungs fill up with pain.
I can't exhale, I can only take in more
Of everything I want to be.
Well I'd rather bleed then be without it.
The people out my window look in at me with
Sympathy.

I'm getting sicker. I rub my arm so the pain
Will go away. From the infection
This needle stabbing into the crease like a blade.
Every morning with the taste
Of sick down my throat.
Everyday I lower the casket deeper
Filled with the parts of me that still have life.

Oh I wish God denied.
Use once and destroy.
Use once. And say
Goodbye.

It's winter. And the voices won't go away.
Sometimes I wish the cold
Would blow their words away.
Maybe in time. I wonder.
That the bevel wouldn't make me crawl
And push in that sharp. To escape it all.

The feelings bliss. It wraps it's feelings
Around my lips. Like his passionate kiss
Before it made him leave.
I'm complete, when I can see the bone
Cause when my needles inside me.
I'm no longer alone.

The passing through the clouds
The warmth of the sunlight against my veins
Yesterday I was in prison.
My needle, it's helped me escape.
When the world paints you as a disasterpiece
It's the voice in your ear
That tells you it's your life
...and i'll always be here'

So now when I fall. With a thud onto the ground
And stare into the container
Where the heroin is no longer found
I wrap my arms around my legs
Make myself a rocking chair.
Because my heart just won't beat again
Until,
it's lifeblood is there.