Let me

Let me die loving your soul.. Cursing my heart.. Forgetting the magic that once my hand created with words.. Become a prisoner in your living daydream, That once filled with poetry..
Let me destroy this Wonderland.. With the monstrous creature you once unleashed to tame my heart..
‎ let me be the fire in which you burn..
‎ let my bones carry the pain.. Let my heart carry your curse.. Let my hand holds your tears.. Let me melt in the air that you breathe.. Let me.. Vanish in you …

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Addicted

You became an addiction , a attachment , a drug , a seduction . . . Every time i use a drug , it bring back the old memory of that angel stuck in bones . . My heart has no limit but my lungs do . . . . . As the drugs hit me hard , breathing became a war with my own organs . They beg me to stop this thing . But for those sweet memories i could burn myself to death .

Nobody ever understood . . . No one catches my tears at night . . . Nobody holds me and say ”everything will be alright” . . . I was alone as the moon . . .

That’s the time when i met those smokes and small round things. . . Which melt my pain and offered me a comfort sleep . . . She become my physical necessity. . .

Painkiller

Love is always been a strange black magic.My vision is getting blur from the smoke forming from my mouth , it is giving me pleasure and taking my life slowly with it , every night it warms my soul , i inhale this thing that kills me to make me feel more alive than before , to make me forget everything for a movement .Each puffs holds screams from my head , It gave me strength to fight my own fears .You become the reason for my drugs . As the nicotine began to effect my cells in the body , the whole world become an hallucination . Every wound make me who i am and every scares will make myown kingdom . Those who commit suicide don’t want to end their lives all they want to do is end their pain . And cigarette are the classy way to commit suicide . .