Dragons and Drugs

by Iola

Dragons in my bedroom
Drugs consuming my mind
Shadows creeping in soon
A life that I am leaving behind

Dungeons deep within me
Craters of scars on my heart
Ecstasy will never let me be
Heroine makes sure we stay apart

Demons are feasting on my thought
Begging me to take their candy
Willing to sell what I bought
As my soul seem to come very handy

Darkness winking whilst I'm sleeping
Dreaming of a psychedelic journey
But behind me I see fingers creeping
From within I feel how drugs will burn me

Dragons lift me far away from here
Drugs are not my seed to grow
I cannot fly when my vision is not clear
I shall not become what others can throw