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Feb 2014
Oh dear angel of death
give to me my sweet ****.
A drug I need, a drug I lack
I need it now to see more than black.

Long ago I used to see more
but now my hopeful eyes grown sore.
Too much wait and too much strain
Looking for happiness is too much pain.

give now to me my drink
my tolerance is now on it's brink.
I feel uneasy with no poison in me
soberness will be my ruin you see.

I need the feeling of ***** on the rise
shroud my heart in excreted disguise.
The feeling helps me not to think
that is why I choose to drink.  

I need my drug I need my drink
Inside my body let it sink
I need to **** the things inside
the dark creatures that in me hide

So give to me my Novocaine,
I need it now to keep me sane.
Paralyze my body, paralyze my heart
Because in truth I've fallen apart.
Not-So-Superman
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