Razorlines and Vicodin

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?!?

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Oh, I can just envision/hear Apocalyptica blaring this one, nice work.

[Rob Santana]

This poem reads like some lyrics,pretty good man