The rush beings to set in.
You feel your heart bang against your chest.
You being to feel invincible, until you run,
Every step you take feels like your sinking.
As you being to sink you begin to feel everything.
The rush is gone your no longer invincible, you feel your body shout out for anything to keep you from the pain.
You being to crave for more of the adrenaline that was pumping through your cells.
So...
You take another dose, they said it will be okay that the pain is gone...
It was, for awhile.
But now it's back the pain, the emotional wreck you always had to suffocate to keep hidden has flowed to the surface,
Everyone says that there fine until there not,
Everyone says take these pills to get rid of your sadness,
Everyone tells you to suck it up and the pain will go away,
It's true the pain goes away yet never heals.
The rush,
The rush of lust, and lies, and life.
Yet the rush leads to death by thinking your invincible to danger.
The rush is poisonous to pureness in which you'll never know of if you don't take away pain itself from the Sparks,
Of the surface.
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The Depths of the Heart
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