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Drug Addict
The irony. I am the happiest when in a state of melancholic neutrality to desires. The numbness
Keeps me sane. Like a heroin against society, addictive and oh, oh so warm. Running through my blood like a morphine haemoglobin.
I am a drug addict.
Contaminated needle, pierce my skin! Slice it, make me feel. Remind me I exist before you numb me to that very same phenomenon.
Inconsistent everything, cease!
Stability teeters on a social see-saw. Ugly grey mass, I open you to find beauty but I see violent sores of screaming children's mouths, whose voices are surprisingly similar
To mine.
Keeps me sane. Like a heroin against society, addictive and oh, oh so warm. Running through my blood like a morphine haemoglobin.
I am a drug addict.
Contaminated needle, pierce my skin! Slice it, make me feel. Remind me I exist before you numb me to that very same phenomenon.
Inconsistent everything, cease!
Stability teeters on a social see-saw. Ugly grey mass, I open you to find beauty but I see violent sores of screaming children's mouths, whose voices are surprisingly similar
To mine.
Published 19th Oct 2012
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13th Dec 2012 8:41pm
13th Dec 2012 10:04pm
Thank you very much for your exceedingly flattering comment, Branch Isole. High impact was exactly my intention.
