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Hes My Poison
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Old Shit to Mike your like eyes watching me
from behind the curtains
he clown to happy
to be in the circus
your like a canser
bleding through my veins
a jokers card
in my almost won game
your a dull needle
in my morphine craveing
a stain in my carpet
thats too strong for bleach
your the pain in my throat
that makes it hard to speak
your my hilusenations
in acid laced weed
your what makes me want to be strong
but what makes me real weak
your the blood on my arm
when the needles realesed
your the bend that still achs
in my tattered scarlet wings
your what i dont want
but everything i need
Whoa...this is really powerful. I like it...methinks it's really relatable. Great imagery.
I now understand that I am not an addiction I love you baby
Asheron Fireshadow
Honestly, it is a duel liking on this one, I like it because I understand how you feel, but I don't like it because I do not wish to be a drug to you. Honestly i wish I could be more of a love to you rather then an addiction.
Asheron Fireshadow