Addiction

Like a desperate addict I relapse back into the dirty habit. Anything to fill the void I dug when I fell in love with you. My cheeks stay forever dry, but I'm only ever happy when my mind is high. Long nights are spent alone, my soul split in two.

Blackened heart and bleeding eyes, the bitter dreams that I despise. My healing scars shall never fade, forever in remorse over the memories lost and made.

The End

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