Pretty Face, Bloodshot Eyes
Pretty face, bloodshot eyes
No one heard her mournful cry.
Strap around her arm, needle within
The breakdown of her mind begins.
She sees the pretty colors, but not the truth
She doesnt get that drugs hurt.
Pretty face, bloodshot eyes
No one heard her mournful cry.
Pop the pill to kill the pain
Then begin to go insane.
The drugs started to consume her
Not even her own family knew her.
Pretty face, bloodshot eyes
No one heard her mournful cry.
Dropped the acid in her room
Her hallucinations started soon.
As she lies on the dirty floor
She complains that she wants more.
Pretty face, bloodshot eyes
No one heard her mournful cry.
She wanders alone down the street
Looking for new dealers to meet.
Gets her money from selling her body
So she can buy her sanity.
Pretty face, bloodshot eyes
No one heard her mournful cry.
The drugs have become her; consumed her soul and mind.
She eventually curled up and died.
All she wanted was one good friend
But she died alone in the end.
Pretty face, bloodshot eyes
No one heard her mournful cry.
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-Sunburn-Breaking Ground-
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Death is but an Illusion
Awesome poem. Words were powerful.
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