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Nik Bland Jan 2021
In this lone
Construct of bone
Within the make of me
Hides things that I
Cannot deny
Where marrow used to be

Over this frame
Lies sheets of veins
Screaming a name ears can’t hear, that mouth won’t speak
That drives me
To insanity
As she’s just beyond my reach

And flaw’ed skin
That’s blanketed
These concrete truths to stop their bleeding
Bleeds nonetheless
In pained excess
Wanting to know what it’s needing

Callused hands
On a beaten man
With insides coming outside in truth
So much doubt
To filter out
In the finding of you
Eniola May 2020
The overflowing sadness,
that courses through thy vein.
Thy heavy mask,
that thou places upon thy face,
for thous never-ending show.
But thou always ask is it worth it?
for is it really worth it?.
this always is the million-dollar question.
Poetic T Feb 2020
She was the ****, I was the crystal
addicted to each other the moment
                                              we meet.

But every high has a come down,
                I'm the ***** needle..

She was the spoon, warming up on
               another's sleeve.

Tided tightly ready to overdose on her.

                     She was the chemical bliss
that could  be taken anywhere,  

                                         I thought...
that we were something special.

But I was used,

I was useless to her, as I was unable
         to pierce the vein..

Used to many times.

So she found another way to find
              a way to make her self higher

than she was with me.

Now I'm in a come down

                   and I'm struggling.
Kivanc Jan 2020
Loving your mouth
Makes me thirsty for blood
In my cold-cold veins
Sharmila Juliet Nov 2019
Dont come near me
I am toxic to consume
Dangerous to let go.
Difficult to measure
How venomous I can be.
I live Entangle within me.
My life dipped in poison
Running all over my vein.
Would make you only numb
Erian Rose Sep 2019
Your poison seeps into my veins
Crashing in like hurricanes

Every bone numbs and shakes
By the sound of your name

When you see my face in scattered rains
You end those hurricanes
Masha Yurkevich Apr 2019
as inside
of you is
a war. You
know you should
stop, but you simply
c   a   n   n   o   t   .
You take the needle,
and what's inside of it
is lethal. Your hand is
s   h  a   k  i   n  g   ,
you know you shouldn't be
taking. But you just can't wait
for that sensation, one that is beyond
explanation. You push it in, into your vein
and through your skin. You sit back,
relax and pray that someone
will find you before
it's too
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