Ice

It's the burn that got me,
Then the feeling of being awake and free.
A line or two, maybe three or a couple more,
How many days has it been since I've slept, I'm pretty sure four.
I see the ghosts in shadows and the demons in the night,
If I keep this up it won't be a fight.
I love the rush and secrecy,
But white is killing me.
Maybe it's the ice or maybe it's my own mind,
But I can hear the people that left this world behind.
"Stop using this shit, it's killing you."
But it's the only thing that numbs my heart I don't know what to do?
It's in my veins and on my brain,
I hope my slit wrists don't leave a blood stain.
Those pills and the shots I took,
Leave me laying face down with the breath I took.
Death was dancing around my fading sanity,
I'm done this drug won't take my life from me.