She sits silently as her world zooms across her horizon, she takes a hit of her poison to be drowned into oblivion, Submerged into a swirl of voices, she falls deeper into her own digression.
You have gotten into my blood stream like a fucken addiction, My dulled brain wants another hit to bring it from weakness to a heightened enlightment, Butterflies in my tum making me need to run, Sweating all night and not from the sun, You have gotten into my blood stream like a fucken addiction
I want to be free. I want to live a life with no restraints. I want to be open. What stops me? My thoughts. My desires. My wants. My needs. My domestication of our world. I do not want to worry what people think about me. I do not want to worry if my lover…
