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He's My Poison
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old shit to mike You were like eyes watching me from behind the curtains,
the clown to happy to be in a circus.
You were like a canser bleeding through my veins,
a jokers card in my almost won game.
You were a dull needle in my morphine craving.
A stain in my carpet that was to strong for bleach,
you were the pain in my throat that made it hard to speak.
You were my hilusinations in acid laced weed,
you were what made me want to be so strong but what made me real weak.
You were the blood on my arm when the needle was released, you were the bend that still aches in my tattered scarlet wings.
You were everything i wanted,
but what i didn't need.
I use to be good. but now I can see I was everything you didn't need. I was just an addiction. I thought it would last. But like all other addictions someone figured out it was bad and it had to be stoped. Im not mad, I am happy you didn't need me causeing more problems. Like all addictions tend to do. You know I am still your mouse, that will never change, but for now I still think things will always be the same as they are today.
Asheron Fireshadow