'have you seen my son? have you seen my beautiful boy? tell him i miss him.'
~david sheff

which pistol shot this hole in your heart?
this hole that you tried to fill with pulsating colors and good tasting poison

you chased this feeling since the first time you flew
but you were never high enough, so you tried harder

without it, you can see the bad things. the dirt, the pain.
the people you hurted
and the people that hurted you.
i know this is your way to close your eyes.

and it hurts so much to lose you over and over again and again.
it hurts so much that you're always on the run from me.

[inspired by the movie 'beautiful boy']