Intoxicant

I poison my body
Thus my mind
A butchers blade
I quickly find

Posessed and out of control
Satan laughs, He hijacks my soul
A danger to myself, and to others
Nobody safe, not even my brothers

Walking slowly towards my prey
This is your final day
Not a care in the world for what will insue
I will not regret what im about to do

A friend or foe, its all the same
Dont try to beat me at my own game
The clock srikes six, but i know why
The devil has told me, do or die

Im on the third floor, I open the door
Looking down on concrete, I will exist no more
My last cigarette, I control my rage
I thankfully realise, me and the concrete, will not engage


Afternoon arrives, I finally arise
To a horrible recollection, the peak of my demise
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
Thought i would try something more agressive this time

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Billiegirl
Very nice, you gave me goose bumps. Will be reading this one again.cheering
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