Visions in that Heroin dream

numbing my fears

feeding my silence

I can hear the your footsteps as you walk out my door.

Lost in a shadow of sickness,

I confess my secrets to a blue tiled floor,

laying in the coolness till the rooms stops spinning...

Riding the euphoria

nothing else matters

then he walks in

the one that feeds my demons

I forget about you for now and praise my God...

I am no longer flesh

I am veins and needles

My body does not exist, I am a circulatory pleasure system...

What I don't know now is tomorrow I'll cry,

tomorrow brings pain after the yesterdays die,

after heroin dreams ride...

And I'll look in the mirror and I'll hate what I see

a sad lost girl

with sunken eyes

I'll be staring into me...

And I'll call up old friends and say I am sorry

for who I became

and the words that I said,

for the lies and the anger...

but it is too late now and I'll wish it was all a dream...

but it wasn't a dream...

... it was the demon in me.