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But Don't Tell Him...
Prick!
Oh yeah, that needle
sinking in deep,
caressing my soul
and playing with my
mind. Just want to
find that low.
Prick!
Oh hit me again,
baby. I pay my way
in kisses. And as
thanks? None of
your business.
Prick!
Yes, this is it.
Tip me over the
edge and out of
reality. My little
pain-killing friend,
my numb-buddy,
my dearest, delusion.
Prick!
I'm in too deep for
this shit. Fuck it.
Just don't tell him.
Oh yeah, that needle
sinking in deep,
caressing my soul
and playing with my
mind. Just want to
find that low.
Prick!
Oh hit me again,
baby. I pay my way
in kisses. And as
thanks? None of
your business.
Prick!
Yes, this is it.
Tip me over the
edge and out of
reality. My little
pain-killing friend,
my numb-buddy,
my dearest, delusion.
Prick!
I'm in too deep for
this shit. Fuck it.
Just don't tell him.
Published 16th Dec 2013
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17th Dec 2013 8:39pm
22nd Dec 2013 7:50pm
there are certain elements that hint towards something more, but the poem never gets anywhere, which makes this poem weak and without direction.
23rd Dec 2013 5:22am
