addicted to the pain
she lied there screaming
addicted to the pleasure
she lied there gleaming.
eyelids begging to be closed
eyes begging to be opened
addicted to the torment
going insane to stay sane.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
