Blow

I thin I have a problem with the powdered white stuff
Enhaling, enhaling. I can't get enough.
I love the rush the lights the fun.
I love feeling so numb.
I know it's wrong. I know it kills.
I'm losing this fight fhat seems to be uphill
Against myself and all my Demons.
My thoughts are shallow.
My mind is hallow.
Now i sleep.
If i should die before i wake
i pray the lord my soul to take.
Fuck that. Id rather rot in hell.
And keep on blowing rails.