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Numb
It's like a kick in the face when your doing your best and it all falls apart
Like so many time before go back to the dream where you were at the start
Getting high is closest thing to the feeling you felt when you knew what love was about
Now your only friend is the needle numbing your mind so you don't feel your life
Slipping away like an avalanche out of control the more you let go the more the pain grows
How can we live if our minds are mundane all we have growing is the eternal pain
You think you can love me you foolishly think you can set me free
But I'm lost with out my chains my only friend my worst enemy
When the rush of this hit takes ahold of me I can do what I want create my own destiny
I see the bitches pale face gaunt looking my way I know its best I never led her astray
I trip on my words as they flow out like rope becoming the noose that will slice into my throat
I've lost who I was I'm digging in dry sand there's tears on my cheeks from the blisters on my hands
This pain provides comfort I know its my fate I'm praying for freedom looks like I've left it too late
Now another kick in the face and its fallen apart I think I'll stay here there's no room for me at the start
Like so many time before go back to the dream where you were at the start
Getting high is closest thing to the feeling you felt when you knew what love was about
Now your only friend is the needle numbing your mind so you don't feel your life
Slipping away like an avalanche out of control the more you let go the more the pain grows
How can we live if our minds are mundane all we have growing is the eternal pain
You think you can love me you foolishly think you can set me free
But I'm lost with out my chains my only friend my worst enemy
When the rush of this hit takes ahold of me I can do what I want create my own destiny
I see the bitches pale face gaunt looking my way I know its best I never led her astray
I trip on my words as they flow out like rope becoming the noose that will slice into my throat
I've lost who I was I'm digging in dry sand there's tears on my cheeks from the blisters on my hands
This pain provides comfort I know its my fate I'm praying for freedom looks like I've left it too late
Now another kick in the face and its fallen apart I think I'll stay here there's no room for me at the start
Published 1st Dec 2012
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2nd Dec 2012 12:56pm
That's beautifully put. I'm a bit like that with cigarretes, I know their bad for me, but they are what gets me up in the morning, and the thought of the boredom, of not smoking is more than I could handle right now.
3rd Dec 2012 11:50am
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5th Dec 2012 10:05pm
AMAZING. ESPECIALLY THIS FOR ME:
I trip on my words as they flow out like rope becoming the noose that will slice into my throat
I've lost who I was I'm digging in dry sand there's tears on my cheeks from the blisters on my hands
This pain provides comfort I know its my fate I'm praying for freedom looks like I've left it too late
Now another kick in the face and its fallen apart I think I'll stay here there's no room for me at the start
I trip on my words as they flow out like rope becoming the noose that will slice into my throat
I've lost who I was I'm digging in dry sand there's tears on my cheeks from the blisters on my hands
This pain provides comfort I know its my fate I'm praying for freedom looks like I've left it too late
Now another kick in the face and its fallen apart I think I'll stay here there's no room for me at the start
6th Dec 2012 4:43am
Thanks - had a quick skim over some of yours, looking forward to reading some when I have time (when I'm not at work looking at a poetry site instead of doing my job :o) )
