"My poetic stances have been
few and far between.
My inspiration has fallen dry
a drained oasis.
Bathed in cocaine
you're my inspiration.
Breath of fresh clean air
you're the curse I seek.
Twisting you pull me in
knot my insides please.
Like a drug you drain and fulfill
scratching and clawing my thoughts.
Complication lies beneath your skin
indecision behind your eyes.
Anti-venom you abandon me
when my blood is at its thinest.
Broken you mended me
with binds made of wire.
Cold you wrapped me
in blankets of cyanide.
Aching you offered me
the best pills you had.
Like satan himself
you watched me bleed.
Like hell itself
you welcomed me in.
In desperation you healed me
only to remodel and reshape.
Settled in your arms here
I am home.
Naked and unclothed
I run to the only demon I know.
For behind the door I close
may lie the demon I do not."
Author notes
So below is a new poem I wrote. I have not written in some time. Its not meant to be pleasant. I hope someone may understand my thoughts. Because I am not entirely sure I do.
Tell me if you are interested in reading the story
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In a strange way I find myself close to this state of mind. Sometimes but anyway I am still trying to rack up some money to visit u and Angela wants to meet u too if u dont mind I am hopping to see u soon your pal Benji. ps. I am running out of ways to contact people but I will try to get a hold of u soon.
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