fallen angels are really demons

We have the madness in our veins
even when we're clean.

After the track marks fade,
the fear creeps in.

Knowing we could instantly go up
in flames;
turn into an explosion
that destroys
everyone we love.

So we stay spun,
high, nodding out.

We only want to
hurt ourselves,
not anyone else.

Self-destruction is a fucking lie,
but we keep
hoping;
shooting up,
smoking,
pupils full black or pin pricks.

In our rotted hearts and brains,
we know:
forgiveness isn't given
to monsters.