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Months of sweating vetting every word written Shivering over all that remained hidden Rocking back and forth Recognising the demons scream Asking to be fed more Inside of empty dreams Then the words, they spill from cracked and broken lips bleeding onto tissue paper inking stains of fatal trips Then comes the rush a verbiage of torrential pain Crouching on a backlit screen pockmarked with finger stains The first spike of adrenaline fizzes inside a broken mind The churning end to a journey that has completely left you blind Collapsing in upon itself is the high that's found a low and when the reader is gone You wonder where you'll go? Perhaps you'll find a new pusher Someone else to feed your pain Someone that will dig that needle deep even deeper into the vein
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
Poetry is like Crack to a Recovering Addict
Months of sweating vetting every word written Shivering over all that remained hidden Rocking back and forth Recognising the demons scream Asking to be fed more Inside of empty dreams Then the words, they spill from cracked and broken lips bleeding onto tissue paper inking stains of fatal trips Then comes the rush a verbiage of torrential pain Crouching on a backlit screen pockmarked with finger stains The first spike of adrenaline fizzes inside a broken mind The churning end to a journey that has completely left you blind Collapsing in upon itself is the high that's found a low and when the reader is gone You wonder where you'll go? Perhaps you'll find a new pusher Someone else to feed your pain Someone that will dig that needle deep even deeper into the vein
helen
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
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