In the Eye of the Beholder

April 14, 2011
You know what it is,
That burning need,
It has your tounge dancing behind your lips,
Your minds sick with greed.

You will sink so low,
Lower than they will ever know,
Just to feel that high again,
Just to get high.

And when your flying,
Your fears are burning,
If you feel alive again,
You know its working.

I light the fire
Getting blased,
Feeling the burn,
My eyes are glased.

I can't see your face,
I can't feel your touch,
You can't hurt me,
When I feel the rush.

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