Caustic
Caustic is as caustic does
she likes to hurt me just because.
Her acid reign upon my soul
has burned and seared till
I'm not whole.
Feel the sizzle of her kiss,
I hate to want to live like this.
Alive, Alive ,I'm so alive !
she has the power, has the drive
to take me to the highest peak
to dash me down till I am weak.
Mad ,on mad, ,I've gone insane,
for I'm addicted to the pain!
Copyright © David Donavan | Year Posted 2006
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