Devils drug

Mixed personalities stuck within one

You are only scared of yourself, the faithful in none

Vision getting blurred with your mind turning always

She never gets better, no thrill with her days

She craves the sight of blood, it meant control

Begging if one day she will become whole,

Cleaning and scraping the darkness gone from your sight

She could look up and see the hazzy psychedelic light

Getting out of bed is a chore of its own, like breathing

But not even herself can give her any meaning

No one can handle the weight the soul brings her

Licking her lips tasting nicotine and liquor

Her identity is faded, and she wants to lose control

Courage was foreign, and her happiness she stole

There is something that will always not be okay

And the notion of her whole body being wrong, she cannot stay

Caged but her second soul, she never had a good life

People say it is easy to turn off, but the toxicity will strife

Forever will she be confused,

Forever she will be used.