This life, it was never ready for the bloom
The petals that spread like an infection in your head
The pistol that kicks as you swallow the bullet
The dragon that speaks in riddles and disease
Where laughing sleeps, and never me
I swore that never again would she touch my skin
The dragon that breathes on everything
Nevermore would my sweet heroin whore
Tighten the belt and unlock the door
To that colorful, wonderful world I abhor
The dragon wakes, its crumbling teeth
Blackened with razor-edged deceit
I'm choking on these living waters
Breathing salt and seeds
The dragon, I fear, is killing me
Swears she's the keeper of the keys
That one more relapse would bring everything back
Heralds every collapse as opportunity
Oh, how she would take me back
Gloriously, the dragon that keeps my dreams
From sating me, leaves me debating my sanity
But only ever after granting me eternity
In a second, and profanity in the next
Opens a curtain to heaven, and keeps me locked in
Her gaze, enslaved to the grave I've already claimed
She speaks her promises in forked tongues and foreign languages
Gives away years without asking where they went
Lies at my side without passing judgement
So long as I'll spend the night with her again
This life, it was never meant for sobriety
She says, the dragon that chased from me
Everything.
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