Ghost and his point of view ( pt. 19 )
Slowly, like a knife being sharpened by my bones
my eyes close, and trying to bring another dose
of dopamine, endorphin, sweet dreams
but my hands are full of gems and stones
another chance for a overdose?
another night full of streams
provided by my eyes
lies, cries, crying, denied
using one stone against my head
but it’s my heart that I want smash
a flash, strong enough to make me crash
maybe it’s epiphany
of my brain trying to tell me
that the end of this agony
it’s far away
like my chance of being accepted
in hell or heaven
do I have…another gem?
please, give me a hand?