Addicted

The lips of morphine,
and eyes of suicide,
leave me posessed,
and horrified.
The touch of terror,
and hair of a storm.
I am here today,
but I'm all torn.
The lungs of fog,
and heart of glass.
All these days,
but they slowly pass.
The breath of winter,
and veins of steal.
Make me believe,
make me feel.
The smell of empty,
the face of diguise.
Make things real,
even the lies.

I mask my face in this world,
so no one knows that I'm the girl,
who everyone can look through inside,
with the thoughts of suicide.
With my ever so fragile heart,
it is all being torn apart.
My skin so cold and veins stiff,
and exit of free fall from a cliff.
My lips taste of a horrific drug,
and I am addicted to this love.