Oh, sick and twisted,
You eat me from inside.
I thought this graying matter would decay.
It’s never been more alive.
Who is it that comes to call?
The phone has become a static translation.
Voices clash and it’s all so wrong,
My mind buzzes a shrieking imitation.
Now it’s clear the drugs have control,
And I hope they appreciate the power.
You thought the taste would be so sweet,
But things have never been more sour.
If I could knock some sense into you,
I swear to God, I’d hit you so hard,
But you’ve become so cold, so cold.
I wonder if you’ve lost your heart.
Wow! That’s really vivid and powerful… great imagery and intense emotion. Thank you for sharing this x
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Thank you 😊
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Yes, great emotion simmering here. Well done!
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Love it, well written.
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Perfectly written
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