3 August 2012
She said one hit wouldn't hurt Instant nirvana while blood spurts
Floating above pain and misery Found paradise where I can be free
Seconds of bliss made it worthwhile Scabs on my arms, no teeth in my smile
Veins packing in, clogging with dirt Injecting in scrotum hides all of my hurt
From budding career to christmas inside Months on the run and family that hide
She is now dead and that hit hurt the most Nirvana is soured, plagued by her ghost
This life has turned into a theatre of death Im a shadow, surviving, sipping purple meth
Ghost Of Promise • Opuss № I