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the turning point
.
this happened about a decade ago...
to a boy who was addicted to cough syrup
this particular day he realised something more
the day he decided to over come and give up
he was waiting for the weekend to hit him
he bought all the goods and set his room
his room is set and the lights are dim
while the weather painted the eve with gloom
rolled the joints and bought some juice
and made sure he had enough cigarettes
two hundred milliliters, (gulp - gulp) ready to let lose
now the fluid kicks in...........................(lets
GO....!!)
Wings of Marie to 10,000 Days by TOOL
with the loud music he is laying in bed like a fool
Mother, Welcomes to machines by Pink Floyd
is he trying to escape reality or trying to fill his void?
Ville Valo's voice sang lose you you tonight by HIM
its hard to see any faces, because he'd put the lights to dim
Every thing in its right place by Radiohead
next to him on the floor he had puked in red
SUDDENLY THE PLAYLIST STOPPED...!
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?"
he sat with his eyes wide open
the hum is getting loud in his ears
he started to wonder,
"where am I ?"
"FUCK, whats my name ?"
"WHAT IS MY FUCKING NAME ?"
"Am I insane ?"
he felt his jaws are getting stiff
he tried to scream, but couldn't
he was scared
he was crying..
his mind gave him
the craziest
suggestions
"did I lose my self ?"
"is this how a mad man feels ?"
"without knowing who he is?"
"what is this hum am hearing ?"
his face covered in sweat
forced himself to calm down
heavy fast breaths slowed down
with one deep breath
wiped his sweat with hands
and, lit up another joint with a shameful smile
then tighten the plug of the speakers
to start a new playlist
Sleep by the Poets Of The Fall
he sat on the bed and leaned to the wall
but he couldn't forget
how he got scared
trying to remember
his own name
it was the day he realised how fucked up he was
and it was last time he had the red syrup
he still miss the feeling of getting lost
but some how he found strength to cheer up
and the boy
moved forward
beating his demons
one by one
today he look at the life he left behind proudly
by now I hope you've realized that boy...
was me...
...
this happened about a decade ago...
to a boy who was addicted to cough syrup
this particular day he realised something more
the day he decided to over come and give up
he was waiting for the weekend to hit him
he bought all the goods and set his room
his room is set and the lights are dim
while the weather painted the eve with gloom
rolled the joints and bought some juice
and made sure he had enough cigarettes
two hundred milliliters, (gulp - gulp) ready to let lose
now the fluid kicks in...........................(lets
GO....!!)
Wings of Marie to 10,000 Days by TOOL
with the loud music he is laying in bed like a fool
Mother, Welcomes to machines by Pink Floyd
is he trying to escape reality or trying to fill his void?
Ville Valo's voice sang lose you you tonight by HIM
its hard to see any faces, because he'd put the lights to dim
Every thing in its right place by Radiohead
next to him on the floor he had puked in red
SUDDENLY THE PLAYLIST STOPPED...!
"WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?"
he sat with his eyes wide open
the hum is getting loud in his ears
he started to wonder,
"where am I ?"
"FUCK, whats my name ?"
"WHAT IS MY FUCKING NAME ?"
"Am I insane ?"
he felt his jaws are getting stiff
he tried to scream, but couldn't
he was scared
he was crying..
his mind gave him
the craziest
suggestions
"did I lose my self ?"
"is this how a mad man feels ?"
"without knowing who he is?"
"what is this hum am hearing ?"
his face covered in sweat
forced himself to calm down
heavy fast breaths slowed down
with one deep breath
wiped his sweat with hands
and, lit up another joint with a shameful smile
then tighten the plug of the speakers
to start a new playlist
Sleep by the Poets Of The Fall
he sat on the bed and leaned to the wall
but he couldn't forget
how he got scared
trying to remember
his own name
it was the day he realised how fucked up he was
and it was last time he had the red syrup
he still miss the feeling of getting lost
but some how he found strength to cheer up
and the boy
moved forward
beating his demons
one by one
today he look at the life he left behind proudly
by now I hope you've realized that boy...
was me...
...
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