Cristal Demons

More money that comes 
More money that goes 
He tries to keep up
But is overexposed 

Seconds of wealth 
poison his veins 
with bubbly spirits 
and the finest champagnes 
The truth is kept secret 
from what few remains 
Golden riches just cover 
his deepest of pains

Thief to his happiness
Strips him within
Enrages his cockiness 
Awakens his sin 

What once brought him life,
he now runs from
Ashamed, hopeless; 
little to no outcome 

His mask is bright, his words, they sing, his love is strong but his heart is weak

Shadows, 
colored with bouquets 
of flowery cocaine 
Dependent,
on mere minutes
to feel the high life of reign  

Tears of ecstasy flood his face 
Each taste brings him dysphoria 
Memories spark from a past place 
A grandiose state of euphoria 

I guess time can only tell 
how this tottering saga ends
Inside he pleads it will be 
with his truest of family and friends

What a tragic story it is of a boy 
who knows his faithful place 
But the one thing that he wants to love 
is viewed with highest disgrace 
Outside are arms open wide 
accepting and parading with grace 
He prays one day he'll build the strength 
to win the earthly race