I saw you
Lying, broken, and wretched
You said your pain was your creation
That it was the only path to light
I saw you
Sweating and shitting
Three pounds of dung in your stomach
And the shakes like winter chills
I saw you
Draw from the puddle
Mix it with dirt
And watch for blood flash.
I saw you
Disgusted, rotted, decayed
Fall apart and lay yourself down to sleep
For the final time
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Author:
KR (
Offline) - Published: January 12th, 2018 00:10
- Comment from author about the poem: An little ditty about heroin.
- Category: Sad
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Well done with the toxicity.
If I’m understanding it correctly. Sounds like a poem about a heroine addict . At least that’s what I was picturing as I read it. Beautifully sad and disturbing .👍
It is. I've had my experiences with it, and known a few addicts too well. I always warn my friends now not to love an addict; it'll destroy them.
It is. I've had my experiences with it, and known a few addicts too well. I always warn my friends now not to love an addict; it'll destroy them.
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