WindowA Poem by AnastasiaAn ode to addiction.Window
Damien, Everywhere I go I see Everywhere I go its me Me, who wants what's bad for her I can't get enough of killing her
Everywhere that I go Everything that I see People called friends keep calling to me Substances I let take over They fill me up and eat my left-overs
Wanna have sum fun? Wanna feel no pain? This game is always the same.
And it hurts. And it kills. And it took away from my soul. For Real.
Bits & Pieces chipped off from Snorts & Hits. And I couldn't care less about any s**t.
I called for help and someone came By that time, I didn't feel the same
Go on home I'm staying here Prop me up and bring me my dear My dear love, that loves me not.
The illusion it gives, lets me take another hit By a beautiful window from a twisted dark box Looks as if I'm free
But, all of a sudden, I turned to look And My Window has closed in on me.
06-26-06 4:46pm © 2008 AnastasiaFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on July 2, 2008 AuthorAnastasiaAtlanta, GAAboutWriting has become a hobby, an outlet for me. My grammatical errors are prevalent. My spelling is usually pretty good. I do not write all the time, but sometimes I just need to get it out of me. I.. more..Writing
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