ash addict

 as always I should start by now
the midnight words
impaling my heart
telling me what to do
pushing me to the bottom
thinking one more time
is it possible?
out of nowhere sadness settles in
the non invited truth
my blue saga
my endless quest...
I've been here before
in this fuck up vortex of love
feeding of crumbling illusions
writing with broken fingers
as the arrows of "love" penetrate my ego
so I realize...
when should I stop
or should I ever stop...