Fucking dust    

It's day one, I need some sleep, my body is exhausted    
Day two, a sudden wake, my breasts are fire and roasted    
Here we go,  that's the start, just look inside for strength    
After a while I'm praying to be visited by death    
And I say insults to God because he made me suffer    
I'm throwing up gall, I'm on my knees, I need a fucking dipper    
The night seems as long as a week, I'm looking for a gun    
Once I'm cold but afterwards I'm turning on the fan    
It's day three, I feel like the unluckiest person ever    
there is no medicine that can take away this fever    
Except from one, a dark angel's fucking whitish dust    
You fuckin' hate being her slave but unfortunately you must
And if an opportunity comes up, you surely and happily will    
but that's a personal mistake you likely won't forgive    
At day four, you feel a bit better but still,  you are depressed    
You push yourself to wash your face and  randomly get dressed    
So you go wander on the streets,  waiting for a favor    
to breath a sigh of relief, to take away the tremor    
Devil makes sure you'll have your chance to bend    
A fake grace for a week or so,and here we go again

my nightmare
my insomnia
my death penalty
please stay away