Can't stop moving and dancing around the place,
Dazed, paralysed look shows upon my face,
Knowing that I am in wait , the end is nigh,
Knowing to get through, I need to stay high,
Eyes wider than saucers and tiredness shows,
I don't really care, but the guilt comes and goes,
Feeling the rush of intoxication of body and mind,
Destroying my spirit that lurks deep inside,
Weakening by the day, killing me ever so slow,
Watching as all of my emotion starts to flow,
Feeling about to collapse and suddenly die,
Feeling that I should care, that I should cry,
But I don't care, if death wants me it can have me,
Pleasures cost money, but death is free.
Poetic Penguin - 19.11.99 (22:22)
