Addiction

As the needle feeds my addiction. The love for pain begins to grow. My needle is the cold hard steel I pull from my sheath. My addiction is the need to pierce your heart. It's no fault of mine, you were my choice. For it was your beauty that struck me so deep. A beauty so sharp, it pierced my ice cold heart. So like an instant, my heart melted to nothing. A nothing that soon will be filled with your pain. It's strange a love like ours. The pain drives us. Violence intensity the love we share. I do dare to say. We are one and the same. So togather lets feed our addiction. And togather be one and the same. Shawn Gardner 03/31/'12