Dear patient sinner,
that little pill,
frail
and small,
well,
it gives me strength,
gives me a lengthly endeavor
to overcome.
But at least,
despite the consequences,
i've become...
dull,
uninviting
and most certainly serene.
But to have the addiction lick your ass
and break unshattered chains,
well,
darling,
there isn't enough to blame.
So count me in
my pearl,
my little white candle,
busted under my toothbrush,
powder,
you feel louder,
burning
and searing my nostril.
A contest entry
- A candle in the dark by im dead - go away.
425 points, ended June 16, 28 entries
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