Death; An Addiction (Part 4)

Together, They come to me in a vision, My body is frozen in time and my mind is so numb
“Drop the pills, bro, This isn’t the way to go, Drop the razors, babe, You know I forgave you the day I stopped breathing”
Screaming silence, I beg to move forward and embrace them, But I come alive and find I am alone
I should be stoned by these angels, Instead they adorn me with gold and wisdom, Why the fuck am I so important

They stab each other in the back to move up a step, A stairway to nowhere, Clawing at each other’s throats to improve our position with the devil
We revel in embracing our demons, What a foolish acceptance, We accept this and there are no desperate revolutions
Another teenager kidnapped and tortured, Nurtured for decades, Families receive her back to find her better than she left
We find gifts in being pushed to the limit, The blind could never see why, We are never free until the day that we die

In my darkest days, When I’m choked up by my vices and the lump in my throat that accompanies their memories
They don’t speak to me, They don’t come to me, They don’t tell riddles or jokes or any wise sayings
I find I’m alone, Until I look to the sky and feel their eyes upon me, I can’t fucking do this tonight
As I set the blade down, With tears in my eyes, I crawl inside my shell and beg their audience to replace this stone with a heart once more