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Looking at myself staring back in the mirror.
The person looking back at me is clouded in white.
Razor lying next to a pile of powder.
I start to feel again, so I cut another line.

I have lost all emotion. I'm beyond numb.
Feed my addiction. I can't kill myself fast enough.

To me, I'm already dead.
Too fucked up to look in the mirror.
I still feel those eyes staring deep within me.
The razor in my hand cuts another line.
I don't ever want to feel again.

I have lost all sense of self-control.
With every hit, I feel it taking hold.
Pale and sleepless, I find myself alone.
I tear open another bag of blow.

This disease has planted its roots deep within my soul.
The blood flowing through my veins is running cold.
Rail after rail, gram after gram, it takes control.
No matter how much I take in, I can't seem to kill myself fast enough.

It's taking over.
Infection spreads.
I feel my body rotting.
Empty inside.

I must submit to the will of this evil in me.
Inhaling every single speck of dust.
I cannot deny the power it has over me.
Killing who I used to be and who I am.

Contaminate my veins with pure evil.
I've found my path of self-destruction.
I sink deeper in the depths of addiction.
Reality: nothing more than a blur of gray.

Why can't I just fucking die?

Peace is just another bump away.
Numbness snorted through a rolled up bill.
Death waits at the end of this dark tunnel.
I have become a fucking masochist.

Pour out. Cut the line. Inhale. Infect.

Hope no more.
Dream no more.
Feel no more.
Bleed no more.
Live no more.

I have lost all control.
Inevitable is the day that this addiction destroys what is left of me.
There's no escape.
There's nothing left to save.
Irrelevant is the fact that with every hit I knew I was sealing my fate without remorse.

Numb. I've found my peace.