You lick your lips in extacy.
Satisfied senses are hightened to the extremes of our limitations.
Hopes of return diminish.
We're never going back.
Headed to our demise.
Credit card maxed and pockets gone empty, just a fraction of the cost of our pleasure.
I don't want to leave, don't ever want to go back.
Can we not stay in euphoria.
Don't go just yet.
Sitting at the bar in my little black dress awaiting your descent in hopes that you'll return back.
In your arms, I cry. I beg you. "Don't push me away." Before you throw me down and shut me out.
Does this mean forever or just the end.
I was blue, but you left me red.
I laugh as you beg me to stay. "I don't want it to end this way." You say.
I drop the flames and watch the place set ablaze.
We laugh in our misery.
It's time to go back. Back to our pleasure in the sufficient pain we ache.
Mercy on our waste of life.
All hopes for saving now lost
and gone for good.
The desire to live is an ambitious illusion that is out of our capacity.
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When life gets too much and you escape through the means of unhealthy pleasures. After a while, you feel like you can't escape and end in an endless circle of pleasure and pain. If you have a different interpretation comment, it :)
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My Night-time Poetry
PoetryI sometimes write poems at night when I'm feeling too inspired to sleep, so this is my poem dump for when I can't sleep at 04:07 AM on a saturday. Please enjoy, and keep in mind this is just a side night hobby of mine, not perfect or professional in...
