Black jeans, bright lights, an empty soul and the sound of her h

Happy memories faded like old torn black jeans, while the pain inflicted tourment is flashing in front of me like the neon light beams through the subway at night, back into the dark abyss of my empty soul, my soul bleeds the passion of a wilted black rose that we once blossomed, now there is a empty void were you once were, now only to be filled with the reflection of the lights that are blinding my sight and the bottle of whiskey that left cuts on the palm of my hand.
My smile has been ripped off my face and pasted on upside down, the twinkle in my eye shattered into a million pieces of glass, my screams of laughter have morphed into cowardly screams, my every thought compressed into every regret.
Every breathe i take in feels satanic.
Every time I'm with you, you drain everything thats left of me, you leave me numb, curled up cold in bed lying on my tear soaked pillow, wanting and wishing you were next to me.
I revise in my mind your not worth my tears, i feel stronger but its really weakness thats eating me away, i shouldn't love you but i cant help myself, your my drug I'm addicted to you.