Cara Neir - To Sprout from Decay

Crippled and tossed into a creek by another beautiful face
Alone now I've forgotten my habits with nothing to do
Killing myself isn't fun anymore, poker became a penance
Instead I'm playing hopscotch
What do you wake up to?
You lie asleep for a king, enticed by timeless notions of royalty
Push and pull, then push and push, your constant game oozes nostalgia and likeness to my past drug addiction
It started in the silo and continued here at work where hours and hours are gone
Four cycles pass - my emotions ice over on top of throwing up blood
Several Hells I've escaped but Purgatory is forever my rain cloud