Call It What It Is
The mystery of madness,
sometimes can be bliss,
especially for some,
entwined in the devils kiss.
Sexy on the outside,
pure destruction within,
playing havoc on a life,
again, and again.
A change of address,
such comfort it brings,
a new lease on life,
comes from within.
Call it what it is,
don't coat it with nice,
one deserves better,
don't play with the dice.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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