I give in to the toxins
The poisons
That once had me in a choke
Hold
I pray you forgive me
For falling back into my sins
For going back on my word
For falling
I need the highs to turn off all the feelings that make me
Replaceable
The feeling of nothing but
Bliss is what I want
I have picked my poison
And I know
You have too
Art by: Ron Hicks
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Why my soul is tired
PoetryThe struggle of dealing with life as a whole leading up to the reason why your soul feels worn out. The poems are events, things, feelings that Need light showered upon them. A truth that is hard to face A transcript of everything left unsaid...
