An evil smile crosses his lips
His eyes are aglow with fire
A wisp of smoke escapes his fingertips
As he dares me draw nearer
He's my nasty little demon
My dangerous little drug
My tendency to depend on him
Is powerful to kill a bird
He dances softly in circles
Twirling that evil in my head
He turns my heart into icicles
And fills me with dread
I can't do this alone anymore
I must let go
My demon, my drug
My friend, my foe
Author notes
Option # 7. I'm not %100 sure it fits, but I'm giving this a try. I'm hoping it works with the option.
It's about a terrible addiction of cigarettes and drugs, and anything that you smoke.
A contest entry
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I'd say this fits pretty well... I'm not all that sure if this is a person or a personification... like a metaphor of something else. But either way I think that it was well written. Good luck.
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Wow, this is an amazing poem. Nice job combining the titles. It has a cool message. I could seriously see one of my friends writing this. It's amazing that someone else can write like this. That is a VERY nice complament, my friend writes real good, so GOOD JOB!!!!!!!
Good luck!!!!!! <3 Jezabel
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