Entry .3
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
One shot, no drip - Just to get me to sleep
My toe tagged eclipse, lasting for weeks
Can you smell it - that smell - My lingering death
With that tiny small drop, still on my breath
ELIIZAZOEY
