Chapter 22

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Black surges, forges piling emotion,
Foraging, attaining such predicted erosion.

Color the rubies to a diluted amber,
Brittle, dripped gems are toxic, I clamber
To the lamp as to see my implicit devotion.

Vitals ascend, and I can't perceive
This motionless forfeit I often receive.

Aid is essential, it holds potential,
To cure this conflicted, addicted vessel.

My heart on my sleeve, I'm undeceived.

I implore to explore, as breath, I leave,
So close to dying, I'm on the eve
Of darker clothing, and flowers to family,
Hallucinate my abnormalities.

Yet somehow, I am still on my feet-

They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken.

They don't know how it feels when it's like this every day as I live with my friend Taehyung for some days.

"It's my best friend,
and my nightmere-
it's all that I love
and everything I fear. "

"It's my fulfillment,
my bottomless sorrow-
bringing dark thoughts
of no tomorrow."
"It's my strength,
my greatest plight-
this evil addiction
I try to fight."

"It's my oblivion,
my heartbreaking pain-
a toxic cloud
that's killing my brain."

"It's my protection,
my paranoid lies-
the Devil himself
in crystal disguise."
"
It's my sanity,
my endless strife-
this methamphetamine
destroying my life."

"It's my reality,
my make-believe bliss-
I just never imagined
I would end up like this...."

A poem I heard that is just like me, Park Jimin. Suffering from something I can't do.

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