Went into the fiery hole of intoxicating ecstasy
thinking about the way we turned out unfortunately
before our guilt devoured us
before they ripped our souls out.
How pathetic was that?
taking one more shot
How pathetic are we?
filled with monstrosity
"Self-loathing is fun!"
You muttered
I answered
"Indeed, let's surrender."
drowning in our own delirium
as we went through the pandemonium
where both of us terrifyingly belong.
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Antidote
PoetryAn antidote for the lost, the hurt, and the broken. Highest Ranking: #03 in Poetry [06/21/16]
