It s Logic. Robbing downers so nothing stays in range. Guilt will send me the thought that I ve gone insane. The days are shorter and the nights lonely as hell. A warning from overdose, I ve taken all that I can.
Endless stories bring a lifetime full of lies.
Countless flashbacks to a time when I ate flies. The lights are flashing, a padded room becomes my home. Hereafter This birth, the conception of love. Existence, no fathom of time. See death as a figure of aging.