Starlit eyes
Time dwindles in the flame
The fire burns and hides the shame
The needle enters into the vein
The sting... it comes quick
All your thoughts intermingle, becoming thick
It's a fog that stays for a while
It makes you forget things.... that isn't our style
You think so much you'd like to disappear
You buy your vial (vile), you know the fog is coming near
It's something you find seeping in
It's the beginning of the end
The end of your thoughts, the end of your mind
It's now that you forget, now you refrain from starting a new game
Time it comes, time it goes
With this needle so life will go
Dwindled and devoid of life itself
You wonder why one would forget themselves and find life in a book upon the shelf