On Edge
II can smell it - that smell -
II just want a taste
Just a tiny small drop,
to splash on my face
II need it - II want it -
Some fuel for my fire
II thought II could quit,
now II feel like a liar
II want to push through,
but these demons are loud
They push on my brain
and they anchor me down
This room feels so cold
and my sheets are all wet
II can’t stop these shakes
and I’m covered in sweat
This loss was a forfeit,
my succession to fail
Passing my limits,
and then breaking the scale
Now I’m locked in this bathroom
kissing the sink -
The cold water is running,
it’s helping me think -
As my crave for a sip,
still begs for a drink
My will to submit,
is hitting the brink
II can smell it - that smell
that lust and desire
II thought II could quit,
now II feel like a liar.
ELIIZAZOEY
