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Give Me No Pity

back on the ground again    
withdrawing from heroin      
sweat collecting in my hair      
and frigid air around    
     
shakes keep me awake      
bound to a fate      
of nightmare visions    
like drowning myself    
     
no rest for the wicked        
I rotate positions    
like a roasted pig on a stick    
every digit fidgets    
witness a fiend      
that wants to quit    
     
to wear that crown          
I must stick around    
when it all    
falls      
down
Written by gazellemon (Bradley J)
Published | Edited 10th Aug 2017
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