Reverse track marks

I wish I could give the rush away maybe you would know what god feels..

What can bring a better bliss then that chemical reactive trance.

A fire to enraged to snuff away, this clay mind shaped by the voice of a broken boy.

What is relief? Is there such?

The true nature of the illness is bleeding from within.

Skin crawling madness,a habitual crown Worn to death.

End in fire ,end in the brightened lights of a Phoenix birth.

The lie is dead

We do recover