Chains hold me still,
As they put there invading needle into my purple arm,
My veins take this invasion as a substitute for victory,
Silencing my pleas of separation,
The walls surrounding this lonely being are scraped and tattered,
My savior will walk on these poor crutches.
Oh, Paper flowers come back to me,
My only saving ceremony involves this killing powder,
Nevertheless, I want more,
My baby’s gone away since this court appearance,
Taken over by these strong horrid barriers,
Blocking my indifference.
My child of death,
My loving despair,
Come back to me,
My savior lover,
My only cover,
Please drugs come back to me.
Author notes
Cocaine Addiction and Separation BTW #6
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i like this.. alot..
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this is a wonderfully written poem. this line is very powerful "
My child of death,
My loving despair,
Come back to me,
My savior lover,
My only cover,
Please drugs come back to me. "
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