Bittersweet Craving
This poison I've ingested, manipulates my veins;
It captivates my once sound mind, with the sickness that remains.
Bittersweet, I crave to taste, what is now my new demise;
Manic now, I lose myself, in sick pleasures I despise.
Catatonic fantasies, are a technicolor blur;
Whizzing past me in a daze, cold alone and with no cure.
Copyright © Jennifer Dorris | Year Posted 2007
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