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The Beast in my Eyes
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Saturday, 12th February 2005 @ 11:54:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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A septic tank of addiction
spins like a washing machine in my stomach.
Anger rides on high
and
Depression sails even higher,
for I can not control my emotions,
lashing out at the path that led me to crystal.
My palms are sweaty,
my stomach empty,
all my minds concerns deal with the "deal"
of which I'm trying to fight.
A constant battle of Heart and Soul.
I fought this battle early on
which left me damaged in bed.
Thoughts of
"I can't make it through this!"
spins planets of confusion
from a rotating system of need,
need for the drug.
I won that battle but,
soon to be betrayed by
my fellow soldier,
who made a promise to himself,
promises that he can never keep
and now the Beast is wide-awake.
Can I make it through this day?
Or will the Beast,
Salivating Speed,
score and kill?
Copyright ©
Nardo
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2005-02-12 23:54:49] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Beast in my Eyes
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rxqueen on
Sunday, 13th February 2005 @ 07:10:07 AM AEST (User
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I liked this. It was real. You definately spoke the truth about addiction. Nice write. |
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