Pain Junkies
by Ma'Kell "Bea" Zirri

hollow and heartsick i cave in this bed
my belly, the graveyard of angst
buried alive, my injured mind tries to reason
keeping me alive just enough to hurt again tomorrow
entranced and entombed in the nothingness of dream
my hungover heart forfeits until morning

unaware and nauseous from lastnight's too many cigarettes
orphan stares linger in this melancholy basement lifestyle
i smell the human suffering on myself and close to you
we've infected eachother, haunted with hurt
pain junkies pushing eachother's needles a little deeper
i'm so low, i'm high, i need something to love before i die