I'm on drugs it's true that is, it's led to my destruction.
The thing I cling and hope each day is an end to my reduction.
The seven I lost and the one I found will deeply scar my brain.
The one I lost and the seven I gained push towards distain.
Yet here I am awaiting the bike the car that deals in pain.
Tomorrow I promise I will rise again and jump the happiness train.
Tomorrow I won't get out of bed and will face this fate again.
The life I lost and the one I gained is sadness an unquantifiable weight.
The life I gained and the one I lost five minutes if that of late.
For now it's over and I roll over after opening the devil's gate.
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Author:
Lamp. (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I dedicate this number to my love, my soul mate and one true friend, my guide in this journey and with whom I fight this fight, my darling Lisa. Please do not open the gate that leads to this hell. Once opened it closes again for a short while then you open it again then you struggle to close it then your absolutely in the Devils palm.
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