The thought of being perfect sickened me to a thought of no return. The only way to forget it was to get high. Out of my mind currently walking down the road. The monsters are in control now and I don't think I can be saved.
I'm just a broken boy trying to find my place in the world obviously it isn't here. Taking another drag I release slowing feeling the burning sensation in my lungs wanting more as each second passes by. But that's what the monster does to you. Whispers sweet nothings into your ear and he cuts you limb from limb savouring your screams.
I didn't think much of it till my mother caught me one day. She caught me in the back yard yelling at a tree. That mother fucking tree though. It knows too much. Never mind that bitch where am I? Oh yea walking to my bridge. This is where I get my batch.
Crank. Snort it once you never leave. He locks you down, chains you up, and never lets go. Keeps you within reach just so he can slowly pull you down. Another monster but not as bad as me.
I'll gain your trust, and eat it whole, while showing you a mask made of gold. You'll want me more and hold tight, while I'm secretly holding you down. I tie you down and cut your skin but you don't notice because of the pleasure I give. I'll make you want more every second of the day worse than what they do. While holding the knife to your throat I whisper those words but break you at the last second. Watching you fall from high grounds to crash like glass.
To think I was perfect, you were wrong.
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Not Perfect -Poetry-
PuisiStep by step we will meet again. Maybe not in the same form but with the same feelings. Simple Max Rainbow poems. Love, lust and lost in words. Surrounding your whole being until you can no longer live without these words.
