Demia Anemonic
Presuming, that intentions were pure
and soft as sheep's wool recovering
a wolf in wolves clothing,
engaging these nefarious atoms
to participate,
irresponsibly, for the good of the cause
and the heard
before the claw appeals
to the fang as it tears away at the
petrified artery
belonging to its very own neck
true apothecary, thy drugs are quick
but all they seem to do is make us sick
in awe
you've had enough
in awe
'just one more'
I can remember
what you cannot remember
how my drugs have stolen
the color of your eyes
nothing left
there is nothing left
no there is
nothing there.
sow your eyes shut and keep on dreaming
you've had enough
'i just want more!'
