The air reeks of the forgotten

Slowly sinking, wasting

Among them stand one

One not just one but two

One fades out the other fades in

It looks like it’s one but its two 

 

Hell seems empty

All the demons are in his head

They burst with color himself slowly fading

Popped one in, in came there but came out of there

Came in not one but three came out of there

Come in, come out

 

It feels like drowning

But everyone is breathing

His only friend the dealer

And for that he felt he felt in that the feeling

The feeling for that for that he was feeling

For that he was feeling or feeling for it

But then shone a light so warm and pure – an angel

Her dress once white showered a red like a rose

 

Her melodies ceased washed away with the current or grief

Singing a song she sang a song she sang worth singing

But not a song she sang he sung

He sang a song she not sang 

One fades out the other fades in

His only friend the drug dealer

Came in one then two then three

His own haunting hymns quiet

It was like falling; scary, but the best feeling