22 July 2012
Spiraling hills, accident spills.
The blue crowned pills.
The addiction kills.
Traces & faces.
Once loved places.
The ecstasy erases.
Out in the silence of the night.
Almost turned on by the colds bite.
Whispers from the watching trees.
I feel there eyes on me.
Yet I'm so happy, why can't this really be?
Remind yourself it's just the ecstasy.
Ecstasy • Opuss № I