Coming from deep within the bowels of Hell,
rises a demon I've known too well,
crystalline dreams delivered via a needle,
sucked from a spoon hovering over a candle,
warmth washes over and clears the mind,
to all worries and woe,
you've now become blind.
Dazed and nodding off,
to where you want to be,
stuck in a dream,
far away from reality.
A few hours later,
you'll start to wake up,
and realize your deeds,
and try to refill your cup,
'cause now you need more,
to live yet again,
you walk through that door,
and I worry that I'll never see you again. |
