three bars
I bought a bag off of a kid for 10
The cheapest thing I own
The syringes look happy
The pain is almost gone
As soon as it's in my vein I feel right
I ignore what I know: it's all dead wrong
Ten bucks for a bag I'll be taking a flight
To the fires of hell where I belong
My breathing is heavy and I’m surrounded
I'm stuck in my head, I know it's psychotic
I cannot speak and my brain is swelling
The darkness is closing in
The reality around me cracks
There is no way to win
The demons have derailed my sanity from its tracks
I am lost and alone
The space around me is shrinking
This place that was once my home
I cannot escape my thinking
The only way to end this is to end me
And the only thing I can hear is the papers of my apologies crinkling
So once and for all
A gun and my temple linking
The trigger is pulled
And to the floor I am sinking
Foam escapes my mouth
My body is convulsing
The nurses scream for a towel
The taste of my blood is fucking repulsing
And as yet passes another hour
There is no progress
I am left with no power
Overdosed and near dead
Tears of black rush down my face
Behind my eyelids that are closed
The demons have won
To power they have arose
I am left on autopilot
In a fetal pose
Where did it all go wrong
When did my body take the devastating blows
It doesn’t matter now
Because as we can all sit and wonder how
But I lay gone in a hospital bed
And the demons have taken a bow
Yet another human lost
Another mind lay to waste
Because the faceless ones were too strong
I have lost the battle against myself
Was I destined for death all along?
I have lost the battle against myself
And my life was the cost.