Pink cheeks turn pale, gum lines recede
Sunken in eye sockets, seeping in
Slowly the night descends like ink
Staining the fabric of a weak resolve
Absolved of all my sins
Not far from fucking up again
The clarity and warming rays
Only persist for half a day
Oh the pain of the pangs
I can't have it, my old habits
Tugging on my shirt sleeve
Nagging me incessantly
Blue lips black eyes incisors thin
Red polka dot arms infected quim
A blemished soul survives on sin
Your run down look runs deep within
The stainless steel stabs staining skin
The plunger pulls back drawing in
A wisp of blood, you're just a ghost
Burning the bridges you need most
Further into your vice
You can't break it, so you take it
Dignity fully excised
Just an exercise in lies
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