Deep in my random planet of simplicity,
There lays a tiny bag of liquid.
Oversized mythical creatures can be found in the enclosed toxicity.
One by one the creatures emerge,
crawling, twitching, pouncing, screaming.
Having to develop one last urge.
My mind falls down and bursts,
For no longer can i dream.
Too much for the creations sick firsts.
I have so much cells left unspent,
Yet still can't gather the creativity.
To make one last dark descent.
Into the depths of that random planet,
With the Heroin that blinds my veins.
Scratching at the surface of that flesh covered granite.
My Simplicity.
Please tell me what you think
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well to echo miss mag....wow! this was interesting...i thought you commanded a sense of mastery over your rhyming scheme. briliant! I am very glad I clicked on it. keep up the greaT WORK. PEACE ALWAYS IN ALL WAYS...KP
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Thnak You Very Much For Your Comment, It Was Very Much Appreciated. And I Look Forward To Reading Your Works. Thank You Again. -Pamela-
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whao
that is interesting -
well, being a recovering addict, though not to heroin, i can understand completely what you are saying here. i wrote one today called i created my own grave that makes me so grateful i am clean. thank you for sharing another reminder. viyanna rosemarie
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