Heroin

Stoic
Sullen
Statuesque
The blood runs cold through her clay-like flesh
But the magic in her veins
Will keep her warm and sane
Until it runs out

Time to fiend again

Its a never ending cycle
Cant stop
But she'd like to
You know that poison has its way
Of keeping thoughts at bay
So as she sinks into that fold-out heaven
Her mind's too clouded have learned a lesson