Chemicals and Fires

Demons destroy
but make a beautiful mess.
I begin to see more,
but I start to know less.

Pain keeps me strong
and Drugs keep me sane.
You try walking down
this shame-filled lane.

Yet there's some devil out there
keeping me alive.
The same one
that hopes I'm the last to survive.

I'm trying to find myself,
but there's nothing to find.
Murder, shame, and love
all consume my mind.

The plague has taken its toll,
but it's hungry for more.
Caught in between the lines
of the waves and the shore.

Progression is nothing
without a little aggression.
Don't you DARE turn this in
to a fucking therapy session.

Chemicals and Fires
don't mean a thing
when the only thing holding me
is faith and string.