Five or Seven?
I don't know how many
They are invisible
Smokeless Fire
Blue or Red?
I don't know
Does it matter
Surrounding you
Feeding on you
Craving your pain
To be in your veins
Weakening you
Its not your normal high
Anger or Sad
You name it
Your high
A world we can not see
The more the injection
The more we won't be
Jinns or Spirits
You pick
YOU ARE READING
Injection
PoetryDepression sucks. Ask yourself what it could be. Maybe its the injections your taking.
