To Far

Stuck in this dark chamber, a stranger within her own mind she lost herself, now she is a prisoner of war she will never win. Her demons gave her a new kind of hi becoming a slave to the track marks on her skin. craving that rush that overcomes her making her feel alive but only for a short time then it is the same old hi. The tracks on her skin tell a story of war, if you look deep into her eyes you can see she has no soul it has been devoured by this hell she lives in. Everyday a new track mark leaves a trail of lost battles on her skin. Her addiction has become her master it controls her.