Binging Beyond Breaking

I resisted the addiction for what seemed like five years
But the disease finally had me in it's relentless grip
It was more fierce than my resolve as the crystal blue persuaded me back
The emotional high raced through my veins like boiling glass
As each pound pumped in my brain like bullets made of ice
Melting my heart into a pool of blood that left a stain on my soul
Death after death, both good and bad died broken and alone
The depth of my pain was never matched by the high of midnight blue
When painting was poetry that turned love into tragedy only death could lay to rest
No one but Walt new the chemistry to cook desert sand into leaves of grass  
Now so badly broken and beaten I crave Walter's blue skies at night
To hide me from the ghosts of the lives that haunt the grave I dug for myself
Guess I got what I deserved when smoke was all that remained of my life
After everything I touched turned to ashes not even death would touch my dust
And everyone I once loved who I did everything to protect and to have and to hold
Waits for the cancer I've become to succumb and teach the cure to this life is Hell