Heart made of tin foil
From all the drugs used
Smashed into the soul
Fractured and abused
Lines of melted tar
Streak through weak veins
Feeding on the body
It's hunger still remains
Despite firm resistance
And the constant pleading
The vast wound stays open
Addiction is breeding
2/22/13
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PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
