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The Remorse at the End of the Needle

reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Allocated my soul to trust
had it stolen, void out
and crushed
perception states
I was a fool in lust
thought what I had
was love
discovered it was a rouse
took all that was sacred
destroyed all that I knew
this drug aint just addictive
it's abusive too
for this love I thought I felt
beat me black and blue
stripped everything I cared for
eclipsed all that I had
left me naked here with nothing
visibly cold and shaking
what a fool I had been
to belive that this was worth taking
I've thrown away a lifetime
and now I'm left to die.
Can not be arsed with life no more.
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  • BrainofdzBrainofdz Posts: 1,617
    Well put,
    but I hope you know the "character" in your story
    could find help at any time.

    It's closer than it seems.
    "Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"

    When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"

    I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
  • reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
    Brainofdz wrote:
    Well put,
    but I hope you know the "character" in your story
    could find help at any time.

    It's closer than it seems.

    Help is nearly always available no matter what your predicument, but sometimes people are too blind to see it.
    Can not be arsed with life no more.
  • BrainofdzBrainofdz Posts: 1,617
    Don't I know it?
    "Stunned by my own reflection, It's looking back, sees me too clearly and I swore I'd never go there again, Not unlike a friend that politely drags you down,down,down"

    When you see me on the street, yell out "FAVO!!!"

    I've been to alot of Pearl Jam shows;So fucking what.
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