Perpetual cerebral attacks
Where bright and dark coagulate
The truth mixed with poison
Pulsating through my veins
Like David and Bathsheba
Uncontrolled lingering eyes
Words left unspoken
3 silent deaths each day
Existence of my tormented soul
Promises made then broken
Deceitful heart, ensnared by sin
I long freedom within
Temporary sweet sensation
But for a fleeting moment
Death is its end, yet I'm still here
Please Lord, kill my addiction
Thursday, 8 November 2007
Eye-Scream
Posted by Jordan at 13:17
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