You know what desire makes you do,
It makes you feel euphoric
But high only for a while
It makes you forget everything
But brings it back at the end
It makes you feel in control
Yet makes you do things out of
It's the drug that brings high
You abuse it in your hide
But when that high is no longer there
Then emerges the conscious that eats you alive
-written for addiction, a form of demon
YOU ARE READING
The Truth Left Unspoken
PoetryA collection of poems/short stories. • • • Lines of letters that you cannot confront. Lines of words that you are too scared to admit Lines of phrases that are truth finally spoken
