Frozen in despair,
My heart still trying to get warm,
Anything to feel something.
That numbing feeling in drugs are a waste,
Those cuts on your body are a faithless taste,
It doesn't help.
Helpless in your situation?
I'll be your final drug to get warm,
So much heat you'll want more,
So much you'll take a final slip,
And overdose...
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoetryA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
