I'm intoxicated
To this pain
Living in my veins
And not going away.
I'm into this drug;
I'm stuck with this bug
That's in my brain,
Killing me everyday.
I'm drugged alive
Buried and already died
Drowned from the tears;
Dead from the worst of these years.
I'm being buried alive.
Alive from the thrive.
The thrive of love
Though, it floats high above
The birds of the mellow;
The sweet flowers of yellow,
Will there be hope?
Will I never mope?
Wait, what is that is see?
A broken heart from which killed thee?
The heart of the lost, and the heart of the sensitive,
Oh, what murderer would do this?
A selfish person of who is in the drug
Of hurting others to get out of love.
A person who's dead from within
Buried 6 feet below of where they lay in.
A person who is careless of who may though
That this person would be perfect without a flaw.
But take he, may this person will fill you with hatred,
As this person, is intoxicated.
//probably the best ever made.. XD
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Poems From The Mind
ПоэзияThese are poems I write. I may throw in a quote or two, or an authors note, but some will be poems. And possibly most of them for @-SebastianMichaelis- .... Yeah. Well, enjoy!
