AddictedA Poem by terry smith
it is all you think about I crave you
constantly craving and every cell in my body
how you are going to get it screams out for more... doesn't matter what you have to do I cannot ignore their voices.. it just doesn't ...time is motionless in the beginning it made you as I frantically wait for you feel the way you always wanted made you who you always wanted to be Ahh...the sweet comfort you could escape not the ecstasy it used to be the high was like a mental orgasm now more like ill fitting clothes damp and gritty now you are so far from where you started i carefully crumple up my faded body constantly craving and try to sleep... it's all that you think about overriding every thought forcing every action pushing you to consume you have to only now it is just to feel normal...almost the mental orgasm a long gone memory just out of reach now you are just mindf#!ked you can't get off no matter what you get so close to euphoria...only to slide back down... you land below normal that is where you live you struggle with it for awhile then you start the game all over again 'cept this is not a game this is your hell... © 2015 terry smithReviews
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7 Reviews Added on September 4, 2015 Last Updated on September 5, 2015 Authorterry smithAboutBooks by Terry Smith Bathroom Graffiti Angel Vomit Sid & Mary (Opal ) a journey into the wasteland available on Amazon Happily Married more..Writing
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