cocaine closets

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Lock me up in this place, it is for my own good.

I know that this goes against our livelihood.

Next time, I promise, I will resist the urge to fly.

I tell myself and tell myself, I don't really want to die.

Patience, love, silence and grace

All of your traits counter my desperate distaste.

Craziness contained, madness held within

These comforting walls are only so thin.

Hold me in your arms keep the demons away.

I know that if they come back I will forever want to play.

Lullabies sung make the fall seem not so far.

Please never leave me alone again in the dark.

I need you, locked in these cocaine closets.

Full of love and solace, even as I lost it.

Sanity found there in the confines of your arms,

My perception found through all of your charms.

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