I am running this addiction into the ground.
The smoke runs threw the veins, and the blood turns to ash.
The liquid to the head and all go mad.
A blind kiss, leads to the grave.
And all amounts of money make the millionaire insane.
Fight want you want,
with what you so desperately need.
Dreams VS Nightmares,
why not be addicted to all good in the world???
Why color yourself green with greed???
Knowledge can hold back these waters.
She should be the only thirst you need.
The makeup of the others,
amounts to nothing in the end.
It amounts to nothing in the end!
And are you drowning,
in your own pool of foolishness?
God made you a good man, a beautiful woman,
but you chose to drink it all away.
The body is already disappearing.
Dust is not meant to be ash, dust is not meant to turn to ash.
Do not let this temple,
disappear into nothing.
Oh Ghost my body, my mind, my heart, my spirit, is yours…..
-By Chris Cameron
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