Could she substitute it?
Did she make up for the missing pieces in your heart?
Did you heal
Was your broken heart mended
Was her touch a feeling of ecstasy
Or did you need the drug to feel
Was your addiction enough
Was it enough to keep on living
Or to have an excuse to die
I asked for your aspiration in life
And you tell me
To be happy
YOU ARE READING
His Fruitless Death [complete]
Poetryhe just couldn't go on anymore, yours truly, Tix.