Used Syringes...

Curled and closed within an invisible shell.
My choices have cost me so much.
Senseless with an instinct.
Senseless, out of my mind.
Can you provide me the relief?
Can you provide me a way out?
In a way I most desire.

Fuck...
I've blacked out again.
My wrist is pouring such filthy blood.
Used syringes on the floor.
Pain is cleansed by demons.
A beautiful drug.
A key to some new heaven.

Let me just pretend you will save me too.
I know when you lie, I lie just as well.
A silver lining's slim for me.
Miracles don't exist to me.
Only relief is real...