His love is his poison of choice
Tallying off his victims one by one, making his mark known he's done his dirty deed.
He's a monster
but a beautiful one indeed.
I became that victim 2 years ago,your kiss filled with
venom put me into a dazed of ecstasy.
Withdrawal symptoms,
Falling deeper into your trance,i was slipping away down a long hall way of white.
And there was no turning back.
You were an intoxicating high i couldn't get rid of, and I couldn't win the game.
He dialed 9-1-1, the paramedics bought my wounded body to the hospital emergency's room.
The doctor sighed to him self as he pulled the white glossy blanket over my body.
" This Girl was a victim of a monster's game"
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2 comments:
so true and it tells how life really is in this crazy unpredictable horrible world!
see you in class!
this is such a good poem i love how you use the type of drugs and venom instead of simple words like deadly and stuff like that.
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