In Between


Being sandwiched between two objects can be crushing.
Suffocation occurs when her hand executes hand over mouth.
The demolition of life was accomplished between her and chest.
The beauty of the 100 car pile up was caused with me in between.

I slow dance with Satan “Angie” and do not know why I enjoy.

My relapse put me in Death’s scope.
Death is a dead eye executioner.
My high was in death’s rifle on the ridge.
Death is only happy with no brain activity.

I slow dance with Satan “Angie” and do not know why I enjoy.

When I made the decision to pick up I stood in between.
I walked in between the two yellow lines until I could not walk anymore.
Guilt brought me to my knees in between life and the high.
Tears flooded my pool of guilt to keep me trapped.

I slow dance with Satan “Angie” and do not know why I enjoy.

Two vehicles driven by the horns of desperation stay in between white lines.
Both vehicles zeroed in on my location in between them.
After location of target, speeds increased dramatically in between sound and light speed.
The head on collision, causing the 100 car pile up, killed me by being in between.

I slow dance with Satan “Angie” and do not know why I enjoy.

I was one way and then completely different.
What happened in between my sobriety and my death was My Beautiful’s eyes.
The eyes lifted me out of the fantasy.

F*ck off Angie

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Key Words : addiction, recovery, drugs, rehab, rehabilitation, crazy, insane

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The strangling hold of addiction on my body is insane. It never lets go until I make the decision for it to stop.


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