Drown your sorrows with Alcohol
Smoke them away with weed
Swallow them with Ecstasy
Misery's not for me
Forget the richness of its flavor
The passion that fuels descent
Into chaos I brought myself
Though out of it I'll be in debt
Forgive me, fickle future
I am blind by the present's presence
The deed is done, addiction's born
On shoulders of silk so pleasant
I know just where I'm going
And from whence I came
The silly bit is where I am
Cartography's harsh game
Second guessing yourself at every corner
Tied up with the emotions of the weak
Pales in comparison's sake
When numbness calls to me
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