Crawling from the base of your soul,
sensations take you,
who is really in control?
your body acts and your mind follows suit with excuses,
it cant be read like emotion,
it cant be seen like bruises
you no longer live your life,
it is lived for you.
like a double edged knife
the fix only cuts you deeper
an uphill battle,
from here only getting steeper.
Each drag takes my breath away
temporary pleasure,
although I beg it to stay.
The smoke dips and weaves
it flows and slips through my hands
and just as quickly as it came, it leaves.
two week to bare the weight.
I begin to choke,
any savior is much too late
I'm on my own,
but I cant escape.
too distant I have grown,
it whispers in my ear.
I am not in control
Oh my goodness! Haha, you can read it from bottom to top or top to bottom.
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