I feel, i love and i heal.
My heart is whole, pure and bold.
Loneliness is a myth,
Happiness is a living:
Love fades with the redness of my blood,
A gaping hole is left,
Black blood flows through.
The skies turn gray, forever:
He comes along in colours red, blue and white.
His life has been lived and lost through a poisonous syringe.
A very strange man, his two sides reveal.
My new friend, my form of insanity.
~Addict-with-a-pen~
