These pills they got me twisted follow me as I'm about to get wicked Russian roulette at the tips of my fingers In this mad circus there are only hell bringers Run, run little man, run, run till you can no longer stand chase your fix, to get your kicks, the illusion is the trick Addiction, a mental prescription, an emotional subscription a slave to the obsession, till your staring down the barrel of that gun and in that moment you realized you never had won.
It's a bad trip in the making hearts pounding, nerves shaking as my reality starts breaking The wall, coming in fast as the rush never does last.
A sobering thought, the entire world will rot standing at the pillars of the lost our sins bartered at the ultimate cost. A confession before the devil, your own mimic A perfect copy, no gimmick The surprise comes when it speaks.
“Man in their infinitely gift to love and hate limitless possibilities bestowed to those who can create often finds themselves favoring destruction and death forcing themselves to live with a lifetime of regret. So that the forests of sorrows, and the mountains of misery shall remain their friends forever.”
It can become an addiction, to find perfection to chase a star, the illusion to an endless war.
Wow this is very similar to my poem titled addiction!!!! I love it someone else has the same mindset or had the same mindset as myself. Amazing work i love it
Thank you again, When I get a chance I'll check out yours! :)
"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne
Thank you, its just.... part of me finds it distasteful to emporhaize(sp) or basicly glamorize and make art out of a very serious "condition" I suffer from.. so its just kinda depressing in a way is all.. but it means a great deal to me that you liked it.
"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne
Woah lol omg I loved this. It's fast to read, you have to keep going with it, you can't stop. And it speaks loudly, very descriptive, and detailed. Very good.
haha I might add an Addendum to it later but for now it is finished :S took a lot out of just to choke that out :(
"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne
Wow this is very similar to
Wow this is very similar to my poem titled addiction!!!! I love it someone else has the same mindset or had the same mindset as myself. Amazing work i love it
Thank you again, When I get a
Thank you again, When I get a chance I'll check out yours! :)
Amazing! I loved it. It was
Amazing! I loved it. It was beautiful. How can you not be sure about this one? It's great!
~BUG~
Thank you, its just.... part
Thank you, its just.... part of me finds it distasteful to emporhaize(sp) or basicly glamorize and make art out of a very serious "condition" I suffer from.. so its just kinda depressing in a way is all.. but it means a great deal to me that you liked it.
Woah lol omg I loved this.
Woah lol omg I loved this. It's fast to read, you have to keep going with it, you can't stop. And it speaks loudly, very descriptive, and detailed. Very good.
-Elfy*
haha I might add an Addendum
haha I might add an Addendum to it later but for now it is finished :S took a lot out of just to choke that out :(