FicWad

At first it seems perfect, nothing but bliss
You’re on top of the world
Until all of those demons start to unfurl
The way they all show it is with a gentle kiss
And you think to yourself, what a beautiful picture of decay
Until it breaks off in your skin, or you’ve shot too much
Your heart starts to break, and you’re both stuck in its clutch
But you still cant stop, and you’re full of dismay


You wake up junk sick with a head full of sorrow
Its all you ever think about
You still want it even though its suffocating you
You’re living in your current history and waiting for tomorrow
To come so you can finally shout
“I want nothing else to do with you.”


AUTHOR'S NOTE: First poem, what do you think? :)
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