Meth

Yup, that's what it's about

Breathe in and feel your lungs crystallize

Drawn in by the sight of shining crystal eyes

Desecrated, but I feel divinified

Lungs ablaze from holding on for too long

Nosebleeds reacting to my heart's dark song

And then I feel my own dripping eyes bleed

Killing me and fulfilling my innermost needs

Veins consume one another and collapse

One for each individual relapse

Count days by wrist slits

And departed blurs by screaming fits

Pages of my tattered life volume

Lost in an abysmal craftwork asylum