Creating Thoughts

I can only be so hyped The shows starts The stage fades Creating thoughts

When the cuts can only be so deep The skin splits The blood wells Creating thoughts

I can only be so sober The can opens The liquid flows Creating thoughts

When the needles are endless The hole fills The medication swims Creating thoughts

I can only be so high The slow burn The smoke fills Creating thoughts

When the monsters appear The face changes The lie grows Creating thoughts

I can only be so lonely The bodies numb The feelings stop Creating thoughts

When the hallucinations start The sights hurt The deep blows Creating thoughts

I can only be so tired The eyes close The dream ends Creating thoughts

When it finally terminates The breath seizes The pulse dies Creating thoughts