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Addiction
Veins of liquefying ice
Cold they run
In self made rivers
Down to drown the mass
Entrapped for a moment
And forever to remain
Shivers of foreboding premonition
Slivers of memories flash
As from a projection machine
Broken from a lifetime of abuse
Tokens of all lies and truth
And the cleansing begins
From the edge of sanity
To all hell inside
Of life’s catacombs
And to heaven
Oh, such pleasure
All are taken to this heaven
Forever to remain!
Forever or never?
Abatement begins
What is left?
A heart of ice
And a soul of stone
Only to indulge again
Cold they run
In self made rivers
Down to drown the mass
Entrapped for a moment
And forever to remain
Shivers of foreboding premonition
Slivers of memories flash
As from a projection machine
Broken from a lifetime of abuse
Tokens of all lies and truth
And the cleansing begins
From the edge of sanity
To all hell inside
Of life’s catacombs
And to heaven
Oh, such pleasure
All are taken to this heaven
Forever to remain!
Forever or never?
Abatement begins
What is left?
A heart of ice
And a soul of stone
Only to indulge again
Published 20th Sep 2013
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Anonymous
21st Sep 2013 4:57pm
This is a good write, and surprised
no one has commented. You have some
great metaphor usage, very creative.
A strong story to be told.
Fave lines:Veins of liquefying ice
Cold they run
In self made rivers
Down to drown the mass
Entrapped for a moment
And forever to remain
Shivers of foreboding premonition
Slivers of memories flash
Tokens of all lies and truth
And the cleansing begins
From the edge of sanity
To all hell inside
Of life’s catacombs
And to heaven
Oh, such pleasure
It's like in addiction
we climb, fall, just to do it
all over again...
no one has commented. You have some
great metaphor usage, very creative.
A strong story to be told.
Fave lines:Veins of liquefying ice
Cold they run
In self made rivers
Down to drown the mass
Entrapped for a moment
And forever to remain
Shivers of foreboding premonition
Slivers of memories flash
Tokens of all lies and truth
And the cleansing begins
From the edge of sanity
To all hell inside
Of life’s catacombs
And to heaven
Oh, such pleasure
It's like in addiction
we climb, fall, just to do it
all over again...
22nd Sep 2013 6:39pm
Thank you for your kind comment AngelicDarkness. I truly appreciate you reading and commenting on this piece
