Temptaions unkonown to others,
rushes of indescribable force.
Putting cartoons in your head,
of horror films that just get worse.
Swallow the pain, the lump in your throat,
and run away to hide.
Because you feel your not strong enough,
and there is no one on your side.
Demonic creatures begin rising,
yet you are playing on the same side.
It's not horns and fire that scare you,
it is angel wings and butterflies.
Pull it back and push it in,
feel the need to bleed.
Just a little mark of satan,
you can hide it with your sleeve.
No one else has been there,
the same place as you.
But I have been in deep and hard,
not really knowing what to do.
The pain is unmeasurable,
watching it happen all over again.
A game of getting off the horse,
a game that I know anyone can win.
You have the strength to walk away,
to live and breath, not die.
But you keep choosing death,
and I can't understand why.
I walked away with dirty hands,
that now have been washed clean.
And I know deep down you have the strength,
to do the same as me.
So close your eyes and remember,
about the good times that we've had.
Because I know you can stop the madness,
and I won't let go off your hand.
Drop the rig and turn away,
real life is better, I know.
Because a junkie is nothing,
it is the pain of life that makes us grow.
And I want to feel the pain with you,
and the pride as our love grows.
You can not pretend and hide,
from what I know is true.
because I did these things,
the exact same way as you.
So take my hand and come with me,
to a special place.
I'll wipe away those hidden fears,
and with love they will be replaced.
*When the person I wrote this for reads it, they will know. No need to name names. ;)
Blondie
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