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Addiction leaving by death (Free verse) by LuckyJoe

These drugs inside me, They have long since taken over. Running thick as blood, through my vanes. Having concurred my mind, Making me now question is I’m sane. Sense I once had is gone; Out the window it went waving so long. Like a song stuck in my head, Withdraw always repeating; making me ill. Intake a little more… Found in a trance starring at the door. Entering forth to this hell to renew my high. I sigh thinking of what could be… If only I could stand and walk away, Not come back the next day. Again I’m back… The pain of withdraw overcame, Is it my addiction that makes me this way? Or is it my fear of what reality has in store. Get loaded forget about everything but feeling. This wonderful feeling having no shame, mellow. Stuck in this world not being able to worry. Life seems to be fading away. This is something new, My heart is racing, skipping a beat. Pacing so fast, the pounding is unbearable. Vision is fading everything a blur. Walk to the restroom to gather myself. Relieving pressure, shaking can’t aim. Pain is taking over… took too much. Reaching for help… Grabbing for support don’t want to fall. Nothing stable, come crashing down. On the ground taking my last look, Inside my chest feeling a balloon burst. Death is now inside me, The blur fading…dissipating…darkness…

<~> 25-Aug-03/5:29 PM
okay, well, tell me some of the somethings you did to get by. in detail. make it real. did you steal from your mom? blow strangers?
because this is boiled down. and sanitized. it hints at big bad things. you know, the way parents do when they tell you not to do something, and your first thought was, bull-shit.

specifics make a poem, joe.
if you're sleeping in your car for a while (that way they can't FIND your car), without a permanent address, and you're buying catfood instead of paying back your grandfather...

you see what i am saying?

make me believe you lived it.

this is more like crystal lane swift's pablum than anything real. god bless the girl for her innocence, and for her faith, but she cannot write a poem to save her life. she's too sugar-coated.

maybe i'm too jaded? i don't think so. show me someone who has not suffered. okay, maybe -=Dark_Angel=- hasn't. he's got it all.




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