A shot too many,
and a pain too great.
Why the $#&@.

Why the $#&@ do I feel this way?

I can't control my hands,

as I write this song.
I'm shaking too much.
There were too many needles today.


Piercing the skin too keep me alive,
it's almost like an addiction to life.

I'm losing all control,
my words are hard spoken.
My breathe is short,

I can feel my heart race.
It moves faster,
than a stallion.


Help me i'm falling.
Help me i'm failing.

I can't remember the difference.

A sweltering heat

from my soul
takes me whole
as I sweat my body dry.

I think I might O.D. on life.
Help me.
I am dying.

Help me.

A sweltering disease from the inside out.

It controls my body without any consent.
I don't think I can ever describe how to deal with the pain on the inside.
It's not the same as a broken arm.


You may never see the demon inside,
but you know you are sick and you know that he's there and there just isn't a care.

I can feel it take control.
I can feel it take control,
without my say so.


My hands are shaking so hard that it took me four $#&@ing tries to write this line but I can't read what I wrote.


I will always
live with this demon inside me.
Cursed with a disease

than only shows it when it goes unfed.
I need the antidote
to cure what I have been cursed with.

I cannot fight it anymore.
I think i'm gonna go under.


Save my life,
feed my demons,
or else a needle won't save me this time.

Help me.