18 January 2013
Tramadol hit,
Opium high,
Hiding under
My bed from
The storm inside,
Can you feel
Feel
Feel it?
The friction of
Air against skin,
The friction of
Nothing on nothing,
Can you hear
Hear
Hear it?
Telling me all
Their secrets,
I don't wanna know,
I don't wanna know,
I don't want to, you know?
I need a familiar voice,
Eyes I know don't lie,
Arms that can calm,
Bring me down;
Why aren't you here?
Tramadol • Opuss № I