Poor Decisions

The Pixie Dust

I love the pain, baby.

Take me away, give me what's deserved.

I know I should feel it, the stress makes me unnerved.

Don't speak it... don't you dare say another word.

The silence is deafening, but the language: unheard.


I speak in tongues, wax filled lungs

Melting like a candle I sink slowly

Let me dip, watch me fall

Stand there and wish you had it all

Betrayal like the nicotine coating your lips

I am the poisoned drink at your finger tips

Sip me down, shut me up, fuck my face

We're messed up.

It fucks me up.



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