Love Drug
By VampireGirl
The feeling adapts to my veins this feeling of anxiety is driving me insane. I need the needle in the arm I need to feel this way It's a better way to live then siting alone by the bay. I wish the room would stop spinning, I wish my body would stop living. How awful this is. I need the fuel to feel my self bleed I must heal these pain pockets that I do not need. Put your hand on my heart do you feel it beating? what is this meaning? echoes of my own voice telling me to stay pull the needles out of my arms and be on my way falling on the floor telling my self I need this no more everything black with sparkles of glitter the helpless hour I should had stopped sooner know its to late my vein's filled with grains my sanity runs out of names. Who am I? where is this pain gone to the wind still something calls my name. Body is rushing everything hushing silence in my ear dusts of magic and the love drug is here. Written December 27th, 2001 © on Dec 26 2001 03:45 PM PST, Shelly 0 • 10
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"The feeling adapts to my veins..."