*I'm not really on drugs, just to clarify ;)*

And another bruise begins to form,

As if stemming from the gleaming point of the needle.

When you can't feel pain,

Nobody can hurt you.

If you kill yourself you die,

If you kill your soul you survive.


Blossoming from a red, bleeding spot.

The drugs set in,

I drift further away.

The End

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