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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 « BACK |