The Destruction of a Person

You see I had some friends once before

Who's not much my friends anymore

I was very influential in their lives and when I lost my

(So they say)

Mind, they followed me though multiple deaths

Because there we were on the floor slumped over and

Sliding downward with syringes hanging out of our arms

Another night, anyway we could, I said, "Trust me"

The destruction of a person builds character, invisible

Another so called group of friends

Can't seem to get off the needle now again

Should I blame myself? 'Cause I introduced some of them to the Devil

Or just realize the Lord of light

Fallen from heaven works also in mysterious ways