It's been 12 days since I put the needle down...
It wasn't long since I initially started, but now....
I see what everyone means,
It's the real demon that feeds on your being,
I had to break free before It devoured me, and my creativity.
Yet one side of me still begs and pleas to feel that rush, lovely, and deadly,
the price of peace,
momentarily,
temporarily
pain free...
I can't look back to what was just a snack that seemed like eternity,
but can quickly become that precisely, exactly....
a hell created from a compulsive intention to bleed,
and forget what it feels like to truly be.
I'll never forget how we met,
and am afraid that one day we'll surely meet again....​
It wasn't long since I initially started, but now....
I see what everyone means,
It's the real demon that feeds on your being,
I had to break free before It devoured me, and my creativity.
Yet one side of me still begs and pleas to feel that rush, lovely, and deadly,
the price of peace,
momentarily,
temporarily
pain free...
I can't look back to what was just a snack that seemed like eternity,
but can quickly become that precisely, exactly....
a hell created from a compulsive intention to bleed,
and forget what it feels like to truly be.
I'll never forget how we met,
and am afraid that one day we'll surely meet again....​