As the clock ticks every hour,
You crave another high.
You begin to lose your willpower,
As your veins begin to feel dry.
You tell yourself, just one more fix and than you're done.
But your addiction is just a loaded gun.
You fight with a fury to bury your demons deep,
Little do you realize is that your soul is their's to keep.
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Pain Is Beauty
PoetryHey guys, this is a collection of poems that I have written when my brain was overworking. Poetry is a passion of mine and I love writing on my down time, but I hope you guys enjoy.
