Razor lines and Vicodin

Harry Louis Mora

Drowning in this chemistry

Seems a fitting place for you and me

Dance in insincerity

Mocking love in the misery

Dying here for you to see

Ripping out my heart just so I’ll bleed

You’ve become the death of me

Looking for what’s true; I cannot see

But I, I try

To bring us back

To where we used to be

And you should see

What’s left of me

When “US” became “ME”

Razor lines and Vicodin

Xanax, wine, and suffering

You’ve become the death of me

Razor lines and Vicodin

Xanax, wine, and suffering

Turned into a travesty

Twisted by this tragedy

But I, I try

To bring us back

To where we used to be

And you should see

What’s left of me

What’s left of me

WHAT’S LEFT OF ME?!?