Lucky Seven, Crazy Eight
by Jeff Blasczyk
A harsh reality, a beautiful delusion
A moment of clarity, a lifetime of confusion
Torn between two extremes
Nothing's ever as it seems
Pure agony and ecstasy
Total chaos and tranquility
I want to live I want to die
Laugh a little before I cry
I'm going up but falling down
I have to swim or else I'll drown
Defused, ignited, unmoved, excited
Happiness, sadness, sanity, madness
Plagued by a disease no one can see
Locked behind doors but still somehow free
Racing thoughts ran through my mind
Searching for the answers no one will find
Everything I could touch taste smell see or hear
All of a sudden seemed so vivid and clear
I felt like I'd been born again
Or taken to a place I'd never been
But the afflictions a predator
And I'm it's prey
And all those feelings slowly slipped away
I tried to try
But I couldn't care
The hope I had was now despair
I wished a wish to not exist
If I were gone would I be missed?
When you're high you know no low
You're going fast but end up slow
Sometimes love turns into hate
Or an accident becomes your fate
But the day inevitably turns to night
And the darkness turns back into light
It may get better but it could get worse
It may be my blessing but it could be a curse
Blissful pleasure, excruciating pain
Is it my loss or is it my gain
Although the breath of life I had is gone
It's the taste of death that keeps me strong.
