Sweet addiction,
Dark affliction.
What I say,
Every day,
Is just for show,
I already know.
Inside I'm broken,
Softly spoken.
My heart is cold,
My soul is sold.
I'm locked in pain,
Lost, insane.
I run fast,
Away from my past.
But it kills me again,
I can never win.
Hope is impossible,
Like catching smoke.
All I ever do is fight,
Surviving until morning light.
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Musings of the Insane
PoetryThis is more or less a sequel to Nightmares, only this one will mostly be freestyle poetry. The same warning applies to this one. Also, if easily triggered, do not read, please. Thanks and enjoy.
