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.

candyland_massacreEcstasy • Opuss № I