My thoughts slip away,
my blood runs cold.
Every time, she leaves my arms.
I become lost.
A disillusioned wanderer,
A hopeless fool.
In a constant search,
Yet finding nothing.
Apart from her urge.
She is divine, holy, sacred.
She is pale as the snow,
Yet black as tar.
She soothes my mind.
She completes me.
And every time she leaves I die.
Ensued by my screams of maddens.
My cries of despair.
As I crave nothing but her.
She hooked me at first touch.
Enslaving me in insanity.
Dreaming of her kiss.
Deluded by the Drug she is.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 4:17 PM UTC
My thoughts slip away,
my blood runs cold.
Every time, she leaves my arms.
I become lost.
A disillusioned wanderer,
A hopeless fool.
In a constant search,
Yet finding nothing.
Apart from her urge.
She is divine, holy, sacred.
She is pale as the snow,
Yet black as tar.
She soothes my mind.
She completes me.
And every time she leaves I die.
Ensued by my screams of maddens.
My cries of despair.
As I crave nothing but her.
She hooked me at first touch.
Enslaving me in insanity.
Dreaming of her kiss.
Deluded by the Drug she is.
About the struggle of ****** addiction
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