Lover, Not a Friend

Come into my stomach
Follow the current
And poison my blood
Please be lethal
Please be harmful
Oh, substance!
Where are thee?
I seek a ride back to the top
Please, please!
Elevator take me
'Till that ding rings hope
Close to death hardly
Only playing with my chances
Laughter comes with insanity
Don't you see?
Are you hoping to die?
Or singing of the past?
I ask, I ask!
For nearly seconds
Are you alive or still breathing?

I guess in narrow
I crawl seeking another day
Oh, be honest!
Is it really the day you seek?
Or just the way you hope for a purpose?
Yes, sleep is hard
When contemplation is like carrying a burden
But you carry it like a son
Sorry for being a pleasured past
Sorry you remember
Having pity for having a presence
Doesn't make sense to me
You choose immature ways
So why even bother with the stubborn lips?

Have a good life
Tell about it in positive ways
I wish for only the best
So carry your arms to your next victim
Hold them tell they struggle for death.