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acrid taste
This rotten taste
My lovely cripple
A Pleasant acid
And becoming fickle
So bittersweet
The memory
Of ecstatic lies
Changing me
The burn I crave
Bleeding passion
Of addictive lust
Without compassion
Smiles that fade
With a come down
As I begin to descend
Crashing to the ground
My remedy
A vicious cycle
A precious poison
Just as veil
To be washed
With golden truth
Disgusting liquid
Find a booth
Burn my lungs
I'm not alone
Pass the smoke
Ignore the phone
Partys over
Not for me
Where's the bottle
I can't see
My lovely cripple
A Pleasant acid
And becoming fickle
So bittersweet
The memory
Of ecstatic lies
Changing me
The burn I crave
Bleeding passion
Of addictive lust
Without compassion
Smiles that fade
With a come down
As I begin to descend
Crashing to the ground
My remedy
A vicious cycle
A precious poison
Just as veil
To be washed
With golden truth
Disgusting liquid
Find a booth
Burn my lungs
I'm not alone
Pass the smoke
Ignore the phone
Partys over
Not for me
Where's the bottle
I can't see
Published 26th Aug 2012
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Anonymous
26th Aug 2012 6:39pm
Smiles that fade
With a come down
As I begin to descend
Crashing to the ground
Love this poem. Imagery, sense memory - it's a realistic insight into a warped cycle I wanna escape. EXCELLENT.
With a come down
As I begin to descend
Crashing to the ground
Love this poem. Imagery, sense memory - it's a realistic insight into a warped cycle I wanna escape. EXCELLENT.
27th Aug 2012 8:37am
Unfortunately it's a vicious cycle many, including myself, easily tend to drown in. Sometimes it takes reading our own words to help is realize it's time to slow down. Atleast in my case that is. Thank you for you're time to read and comment on a pain we share.
