golden flowers,
black seeds.
in my darkest hour,
​...my master makes
me bleed.
chasin' dragons,
...always upstream.
Antiquated,
​dope Fein daydream....
Always sedated,
​....nothing's ever as it
seems.

​Shadow of death,
seeking my skin.
hungers of the flesh,
....cloaked in sin.
when they lay my
bones to rest,
...will i be forsaken?
a thousand angels,
​dance on the end of a
pin.
the road to hell,
is paved with
condemnation....

looking for a mountain
top,
walking through the
valley.
heaven above,
​with the devil beside
me.
a crooked mile,
long and winding....
on the road to redemption,
the wind is crying...






i wrote this in the first person but
i do not do hardcore drugs.
i live in an area where the
heroin overdose rate is out of
control
just writing from that perspective
   peace everyone - m0