Addiction is Noise
cars and bars,
the two lonliest places,
with a cold fuzzy feeling,
one i want to replace,
i want to float by,
a habit i need help,
i want to kill the time,
i want to kill myself.
addiction is noise.
and addition to death,
a comforting stale taste,
drag on dragging life,
to the end not a waste,
i want to get by,
intoxicating my health,
the decision is mine,
i want to kill myself.
addiction is noise.
my rotting insides scream,
the miscolor of my spit,
the clumsiness of breath,
the watchful looks i get,
i fight yet i ride,
as deep down still resides,
a feeling i can't deny,
the hunger of suicide.
addiction is noise.
posted by fillshe @ 9:03 AM
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