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This is another poem I wrote about the desperation of my drug addiction. |
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Insomnia In The Dream World Two AM and I've locked myself in the bathroom
So many places why'd I choose this room? A room made to piss and shit The way I'm feeling I guess I fit I don't notice the grime caked around the toilet it doesn't affect me I'm looking at the yellow stained tile but that's not what I see Blood stains no longer an eye sore In fact I'm almost beging for more Bleach on my jeans blood on my sleaves I'm rinsing the cottons but it's just a tease It's starting again my hands get to shaking If I didn't know any better I'd swear the earth was quaking Pull butts from the ash tray breaking open a few Wondering next time will I make it will I pay my due Will the next shot take me will it hit my heart true Rolled up the tobacco tried to light it no fuel So I whipped the lighter acroos the room Cracking the mirror and giving another thought to my doom I pick up the pieces thinking pain could now cease No more running from dealers or police No more of this circle no more of the same These thoughts so vicious confusing my brain I puncture the skin with a twist and a hex Wondering just wondering what should come next When blood starts to rise should I drink it in sacrament Or write on the walls my last will and testament The phone is still ringing, been ringing for hours I would have gotten up to answer it but don't have the power I sip and I cut for what seems like days Don't know how long I've been here It's all such a haze Blood all over, everything red and pink As I lye here dying I notice a bag under the sink Can't lift a finger a tear comes to my eye If I would've just sat here I wouldn't have had to die All this for nothing I ask myself why? Everything becomes blue I answer "my life was a lie." |
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