Your Poetry Dot Com - I Sold My Soul For a Packet of Pills

This hours moving quicker
Then the heartbeat of a burn victim
And lips never felt more sweet
Pressed up hard against me
The outside wastes away, world war three exists
Yet I'd never notice. Just lying here in bliss
For forty days and forty nights
I'd drink til my eyes shut out the light
For forty days and forty nights
I'd shoot this poison to slow down my mind

I'd dance with some stranger.
He called himself my boyfriend. Can't remember the day we met
Chances are I was off my head
Am I a little sick? Or a little sane?
I forgot my name again.
My name, the day, the date, the ***** year
God only knows why I'm still here

Covered with cuts, bruises, contusions
Look like some abuse victim
The world only spins when I'm high
Yeah yeah, without them its not alive
Like a comatose
It's suicide city around this place

Can't remember a night since I was five years old.
To drugs I think I sold my soul
But it's fine. I can't allow my mind to think.
I know. I'm just another statistic

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