lean against the edge
the highest that ive been.
the adrenaline kicks in,
the high my only sin.
a junkie like no other,
near death my only drug.
live fast, die young my motto,
the satisfaction leaves me smug.
drowning in an ice bath,
i lose the sense to feel.
suffocate under the pressure,
take the worst that it can deal.
sharpen up the knives,
hack up your wrist and vein.
get bored after awhile,
because it doesnt feel the same.
depression and self-loathing,
the formula for death.
in the final execution,
hold on to that last breath.
jump out the airplane,
where the high is absolute,
its time to land when you realize,
you forgot your parachute.
An adrenaline junkie so strung out he makes a fatal mistake just to get his fix. and before anyone asks, no i am not suicidal nor do i cut my arms or do any crazy shit of the sort. i am extremely quiet and reserved. i just have a ridiculously fucked up imagination. common sense people.
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