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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A grenade was placed inside my head to suspend me from my hobby. The smoke did rise and choke my friends as I exited from the lobby. A wicked shadow my path did cast that long lost working day, it’s a shame I had to go insane and lead my peers astray. Men did come to restrain my progress as I ripped apart their flesh, what kind of force can stop a man who’s mind is made of mesh? Within my mind I seek an answer to help reduce the strains, it’s a shame, however, how I had to feast upon their brains. I know not were to take my sorrow in such a lonely case, perhaps I’ll have to find my mind and delay it’s quickened pace. I am lost inside this endless world of multiple fixations, but why the hell am I the one trapped in Cocaine’s stations. There is no answer from above or anyone down below, I can’t believe I cannot have just one last flake of snow. My throat has dried to words my ears must cradle and then eat, I cannot stand or even move, were the hell are both my feet? Here I am to pay for all my addiction has destroyed, it feels as if my skin does crawl as anger is deployed. I have slept with time and pondered long, finding a direction, My heart is scared and bruised about, but only from reflection. I cannot fix this broken basket I once called my mind, I’ll never reach normality again; I’ll always be behind. How could such a decent life be killed away by spite, I stop and ask myself again but all I see is white. The walls suck me in as I shiver from withdrawal, my bones start to crack and itch as rejection starts to sprawl. I have learned my lesson deep and wide to never use again, but now I have to face the fact that I once did begin.
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