The drug makes me sane,
it helps me to heal,
and it helps me to breathe.
The drug does wonders
inside of my brain,
changing my thoughts
into sweet sugarcane.
The strings have been broken,
I'm no longer the same,
But the monsters are gone,
And with this drug I am sane.
~~~Amazing blend by @Ethereal29!
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Gentle Screams and Glass Figurines
Poetry"Nothing can protect us from the human screams, as the fire of anarchy intoxicates our once innocent minds." ~~~~~~ A collection of poems about life, death, and everything in between. Dark, deep, and horror poetry intended to make you think abou...
