An enjoyment I thought it was,
But positivity in reverse was what it is,
An experience I thought I get,
but my six feet is getting close instead,
And now am so impervious to the call of a mother,
believing I can clear my mind artificially without the auxiliary of the natural,
Oh lord save me from the uncertainty of life,
why would my addiction be my weakness?
She is only a blut who snatches away time,
and make you feel you make a proper use of it,
I can only hear echoes of emptiness,
and the blackout as blind as darkness,
Who is that pirate who is gonna steal away the ship of negative addiction from me?
Nice piece
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