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It's an Ill Intention, but my one perfection.
Contributed by
amber_vonhorror
on
Friday, 4th June 2010 @ 03:24:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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when it falls down your throat
The loss of all control
Ectasy through every particle of the bloodstream
Inner bliss, an eternity of warmth inside
Don't attempt to pride
These insides away
I'd never leave myself open on display
Cause ripping out my heart
and Arteries
Just for you seems, like, it would
Hurt to much.
I mean, who likes pain?
I know you want inside me,
I know you need inside me,
But if only you could see
THe demons that eat away at me
All it is is poisonous liquid
That bloats my stomach
But lifts my soul.
With it im beautiful
Without it im just me,
Sad, Tired, Not wishing for
Anymore life.
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Re: It's an Ill Intention, but my one perfection.
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by SunshineySam on
Tuesday, 17th August 2010 @ 08:17:02 PM AEST
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| Alcohol, cunning, baffling, powerful. This poem is great. love it. |
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