Hell in Disguise
By Dagel and P. Mortuus
My phone rings, and so my bones sing,
through the clothing that is soaking
in coping. She knows me, I'm lonely,
still hoping for her to call, the tear's rolling.
There's nobody to hold me, so I'm falling,
dropping through gravity, but God caught me.
He stopped me, but why? I wanted to die!
Life isn't right for me, so death must be fine,
I cannot realign what's already designed.
So my mind cannot be changed in time.
She begged me to put the pills away,
but what can I say, I'm addicted to pain.
We can pray together, I'll quit someday,
as long as you're there to help me escape.
Pay me a penny for my pills a thought for my ills
Weak willed I killed trust- bust searching for bills
But I can’t cry- my tears drove away under the skyline
Glowing nightlights- my baby left home as I can’t find time
I sold you for a fix- a bitch to the drugs I needed them to live
To see, breathe but you saw me leave- I’d take but not give
These pills helped me to sift reality from fiction-
and the reality was sickening- tensions and friction
so I imagined I was living in a dream- flying away it seemed
you left and I flew upon a sheet of gravel- and beams
shone in my eyes- maybe this was heaven?
Or just hell in disguise.