Without Weapons

Weapons don't always have to be the cause of pain and death.

It's 2 am,

I can't seem to swallow, 

You're on my mind,

And all I can do is wallow.

The pain you bring,

Is like knife on skin,

It is a horribly beautiful thing,

It leaves me wanting more.

I am an addict to my own demise,

stuck with no surprise,

I cannot lie,

That it makes me want to die.

But I still cannot escape,

The you that is my drug,

I need you in my blood,

Without it I'll go numb.

Addiction is the core of the heart,

That is the ridiculous part,

It wants what it wants,

Without a reasonable explanation.

Love is destruction,

Not a basic function,

I must become harder,

Before I disappear.

Author's Note

This is my first time posting my work online, thank you and I hope you enjoy it.