empty hallways

2 am, rockets fly as they kiss them goodbye. Blood slowly rushing through tender veins, a simple wish turned to spiteful rage, "another cigaret down, another pack to go" body rejecting the abuse, complete withdrawal of the pain sinks in. just like using fire to smoke out an enemy, these weapons of torture are making the evil subside. only in this state of self abuse memories of who i am flood into the burnt remains of my mind "Everyone's pointing their fingers Always condemning me And nobody knows what I believe." even the people you let into your heart the closest doubt you now... light another, smoke another, forget the puke stained floor, forget the cold embrace that surrounds you, smoke it out, fight fire with fire repay evil with evil