I am Grime


I fell that I have lost it again,
Something that took so long to get back,
Sleepy I went through days,
Wasting precious time I will never find again,
Solitude I found,
in the guard house that my mind wandered around,
Becoming one with the apparition that i had once been,
Please sweet angel show your face around here more,
You are my morphine,
my sweet drug of choice,
I inject you into my silence,
I feel you pulse through my Cyanotic veins,
Coursing out what's left of my social deficiation,
I wish that you would see that not only are you wanted,
but you are a bare necessity.

The End

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