The clouds, they are clashing,
A war my head cannot resist.
My heart is attacked,
As I put a bullet in my chest.
I'm not asking for your respect,
Just in need of my bed.
I'm stuck in this loop,
Craving to be free.
My drugs are coming out,
I'm puking them out.
My eyes have opened up,
I now see sober.
Under no influence,
My heart is now free.
But now I'm trapped again,
As the heavens are closing.
My father closed his eyes,
His children are foolish.
In this eternal battle,
Im recovering faster.
The angels of heaven,
And demons of hell.
As blood poured down my eyes,
I see with remorse.
With love, my heart is open,
Just trust me I'll take care of you.
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Dysphoria
PoesíaPoetry about my experiences as a lover of alcohol I've never thought I'd become a writer, so here are my skills after three years of writing and accumulating over 300+ pieces of writing over the years. This is still my writing in its purest form, an...
