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Distorted and Incomplete Thoughts
Contributed by
axeman
on
Friday, 19th May 2006 @ 07:35:21 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Running...from the twitch that has ruled my life, never escaping its hold, I submit to its unrelenting hunger, feeding on everything i held dear, my hopes,dreams,future, my life. Falling deeper into the pit never to escape. It becomes my home, my sweet home. I've become a memory, forgotten by my family and everyone i held in my heart. To be alone is my only choice to make, comforted by the monster I fear and hate, but love and adore beyond all i know.
I have nothing to be proud of, everything I ever had to strive for is now faded memory of who I once was. The world turned its back on me, when i thought things could not be worst. There was no one by my side to comfort me when skies were gray. I fell victim to a cold white face. It promised me neverending happiness what i've always wanted. All of the happiness i could ever want rested on the palm of its hand, it offers me a sweet candy. Insisting I take it. Unable to take my eyes off the candy. Sparkling like a diamond, glowing brighter that the full moon light. I could not help but to take a bite of the forbidden fruit. All goes black and all has remained dark since that bite. I wait and wonder when will I wake from this nightmare made reality. Will it ever end? Will it ever Die?
Copyright ©
axeman
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2006-05-19 19:35:21] (Date/Time posted on
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