Sometimes I feel no comfort in an angel's company
Sometimes I need pleasure embracing my demons
Sometimes there is no serenity
Unless I enjoy the chaos In my mind
Sometimes the poison is my antidote
Sometimes all my problems dissolve at the bottom of bottle
The poison is good for me
A pill is easier than pride to swallow
What happens when there's a phantom in my mirror?
What is this world whee Mama doesn't know my name?
What happens when there's white in my eyes?
Is that when the little boy dies?
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Dream State
PoetryMy first collection of poetry I'll update regularly Feel free to compliment or critique They both help either way
