The color of dried blood
Was your true addiction
Held close to your heart
A crimson bouquet of poison
And shattering glass
Was your flood of tears
Slitting your wrists
Consuming your fears

The perfect memory
Held on a pedestal
Out of your reach
Hidden from sight

Your life pooling on the ground
Is a twisted thought fading
Time has aged you
Warping your mind
Leaving but traces
Of your drunken life

Is your torturous addiction
Really worth so much
To cradle it with broken fingers
Trying to see with jaded eyes
Unable to feel through raw flesh
Not knowing if it’s real

But the thought of it
Almost in your grasp
Feeds the craving
Running through your veins
Black hate consuming you

To stumble upon the truth
Yet never understand
How harsh reality could be
You hide yourself away
Hunting your dreams
Wishing for poison
Craving your one true memory
Which will never be found

Why do you need this
The pain of it all
Where bloody cuts
Are your only salvation
Yet you are silent

To have hope is to be damned
But why hope for something
Why wait for it to end
How can one mind drift
Only to be focused on one thought

Wanting to destroy a beautiful thing
Only there is nothing left
A desolate land of barren fury
Heat beating down on your sad face
You want to leave
But not be free

How is a child like you to understand
Fear driving you forward now
Each blood filled step driving you
Insanity is but a brief thought
But what a pleasant thought it is

You want it all to stop
Knowing you deserve this pain
You have for a long time
A penance for all your sins
One never fully re-paid

Is this pathetic addiction worth so much
To walk this fine line between death
Every stroke down on your skin
Another moment in your haze

Can you see through the smoke of lies
To the sad sad truth
Or are you blind to all
But your sweet addiction

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