Obsession

[drug_wench]

In my hand, in my head
In my vein, in my bed
Poison calling out to me
Will not ever let me be
Crying is a new-found friend
Tears of joy - here's the end
Tears of peace, tears of grief
Tears of pure regret, relief
Woe and pride and misconception
Tears about my brain's obsession
Many years of meth-fuelled thoughts
They could leave me sick, distraught
Though gasping for a breath of air
I know there's a life out there
And I take it by the hour
Give it to my Higher Power
In my head and in my hand
He turns it to a grain of sand
'Sleep my little one,' He'll say
'Tomorrow is another day'
Years of torture - more to go
But I will make it - that I know!