There is something selfish about people who are broken. They always like to keep their scars to themselves. Sharing is not one of their best traits.
They will smile and nod at the world yet, the
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The first time they told me not to do drugs
I was 15 and my parents made a big deal
About how addiction was bad
About how it ruined lives
The irony of it all was
My father smoked a lot
Addicted to
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I carve out sentiments and adjure metaphor from our loving memories of dawn hysteria. As words I put them forth, through your crystal body fragile and delicate; bruised for me to soothe, but the
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I used to play house with my china dolls when I was eight
The dawn, the day, the night
All happened in a single day
I wanted to be an artist when I was ten
Colored out of the lines at times
But I
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Looking with sheer glimmering ecstatic eyes at the sticky hash that’s been mildly burning on my palm as I mix it with tobacco, churn and mix with force just like life did to me-mixed and churned me
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He saw her on the bus stop
She was dressed in blue
He looked at her and she saw him
They both smiled
Because they knew
They talked and talked
Days turned into months
They fell in love deeper
Than
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When I lay myself to bed at night
I wonder at the thoughts that cross my mind?
Crossing the lines of the real and the blur
Revealing my true identity in the silence of the night
I hush my demons and
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I could feel the high creeping down my vertebrae and tiny electric sparks making their way down to my limbs as it wrapped my whole body in a trance. The memory lanes cleared and I knew that soon
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Dim red lights and the cold marble floor. A silhouette on the wall and palms infused with smell of hash. Cigarette burn on your legs and trembling fingers. Making way to the shiny object laying on
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I have been in the bed of so many women
Lain in sinister carnal desires
Each time trying to forget that you ever existed
That you ever were present in the circle of my existence
I have wooed and
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Running around in the bright lights
Cherishing a mental decay
A queen in her world
Bedazzled and glittering
Walking the pavements
Inhaling the night
It all tasted of metal and lights
For the love of
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The heart is dead
The soul abandoned
For what now remains is an empty carcass
A body for this world
A vessel that lives on
Entering into a psychedelic trance
With no escape and resistance
The echoes
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Temptations and emotions
Controlled by mind you see?
To either let go? or plunge in too deep
Conscious and sub conscious
Both prevail
It's up for you to choose who to hail
Depth or surface
A paradox
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Hear me for I am human
Hear me for I am a soul
Trapped in an earthly vessel
Made up of stardust and gold
Came into this world covered in blood
Decaying the second my existence was fashioned
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If you could look into the future and see
A picture of you standing with me
A scene that utters a thousand words
A glimpse of you and me?
Take a peek at what beholds
come on in and have a
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There was once a fair skin lady
With a cold grey heart
In her cradle of misery and despair
Lay a soul wanting to be free from it all
A sinner lay in a vessel so holy
A deceiver who told the truth in
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King
Powerful throne
Ruled the land
Wicked and wild: exalted
Palaver and a breached rule
Conceited, obsesses and vanity consumed
Luxurious living
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How is it possible to love and hate somebody at the same time? The two emotions mixing and mingling and lay one confuse to decide what she actually felt? Be addicted and repulsed by someone at the
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For how come someone who looked so much like an angel
And possess the lure of a vessel so holy
Have a demon residing inside her
An evil lurking within that made your life a living hell when she
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The silent music humming in my mind
I can still feel the whispers and cries in this dark night
The echoes of the melody losing no time
Playing again and again on rewind
Whether I am the cure or part
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He saw her on the bus stop
She was dressed in blue
He looked at her and she saw him
They both smiled
Because they knew
They talked and talked
Days turned into months
They fell in love deeper
Than ...
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The first time they told me not to do drugs
I was 15 and my parents made a big deal
About how addiction was bad
About how it ruined lives
The irony of it all was
My father smoked a lot
Addicted to ...
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Consuming thoughtsConsuming mindsThat’s what I’ve learnt living in a society like mineReligion, sex, money and drugsThese are the anthem of our timesMan kills man for a piece ...
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