Sucking the blood right from my ventricles,
creeping in my body like a serpentine,
I wish i had left it before-
but it keeps me moving alright....
sometimes it leaves me in a lurk,
sometimes it drags me to death,
nevertheless,i feel so strong-
i wish i had got it before....
HEY FRIENDS!i'm not a myriad,
nor am i a mystic,
i am just a hypocrite like u all
hiding my weaknesses like a creep....
come on,give me the methadone,
i don't want to die so early-
i have just lived a minuscule-
many things still left in me.
people around me can sense the peril,
they urge me to come out of it-
but how can i make them understand?
it gives me my life's feel.
HEY FRIENDS!i am not a pshycho,
nor am i an angel,
i am just a scout of your conscience-
waiting to be lynched to "HELL"....
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