Like boiling waters, emotions swirl
anger tastes of bitter pills
I see your lips, they move, you lie
my eyes are dry, I will not cry.
The truth I must now boldly face
and walk away with stumbled grace
The drugs you take have bruised your mind
and any peace you seek to find.
Syringes hold the joy you hate
I have to leave you to your fate
so out the door I walk on through
and leave the love I thought I knew…..