My mind is so noisy. Hand full of razors. Blood drops like ashes from the end of my cigarette.
Everything is spinning in a circle. Holding hands with my other half. Feeling nauseous and my heart having convulsions.
Tears feel my eyes as I can't deal with these illusions. My mouth is getting dry. My face is getting pale. She's taken the wheel from. Giving me the ride of my life.
My heart rate is slowing down. As I'm starting to be able to breathe. My mind is no longer noisy. My other half is slowly fading.
Kneeling on the floor. That was one hell of a ride. Until next time my "friend". The anticipation is getting old.
Not knowing how the next ride is gonna feel or where it's gonna take me.
All I know is my other half is not so amazing. She's out to get what she wants not caring about the regret or if it's gonna hurt.
As long as she's happy nothing seems wrong.
So I'll deal with the aftermath my self and try to fix what's been broken. As long as I feed her ego, I'm there for the taking.
