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The call to Oblivion
gets harder to resist
A desire to be numb
so obviously persists
I changed "temptation" to "Itch" because, while it may seem more crass a word to use, I believe that it is much better suited
Already done that bruv
gone through the whole gamut
got fed up
and stopped.

what you do
is not up to me
it's up to you

but it'll **** ya
take the luck from ya
and put ya down.

just saying bruv
it's a hard time
coming back.
Drugs are not what they're cracked up to be.
the dead bird Apr 25
Like a bird with broken wings,
I look on with eyes full of envy
as all those around me take flight.
Held down by my own chains,
Left alone, aside from the emptiness;
The hollow realization
That something is missing,
But never knowing the slightest sense
Of what that something is.
being an addict
Khoisan Mar 18
Dead they lay
abandoned in a storm
wrong turn
precious babies
****** unturned
Jia En Mar 15
"Love me,
Love me,
Say that you love me";
The singer's voice is oh-so dreamy
And so I try
To float along, light and high
And airy as her words; I
Can hear the synth play
er's euphoria. Something
About this song's just screaming
At me, telling me
To just be free
But how can I even imagine
That weightlessness? I hear
The tin
Man's shouts too near,
Too close to home. "If only
I had a heart,"
If only there were someone for me
That could never stand us being apart.
"Love me, love me,
Pretend that you love me."
I wouldn't be
Able to see
The difference anyway.
What do you say?
love me, love me, say that you love me.
Heavy Hearted Jan 2024
Here I sit
In this basement of
some other house
In the core of the city-
I'm almost on my own...
This January's night
Flashes frozen-
As I adicite, light
I see all that I've chosen:

perturbation, and frustration,
Entwine in all my fascination
Stinging- they whip my body &
paint on lacerations

What you've chosen I cannot see
And the light I catch redefines me
Shadows ignite
That December's day
Reminds me I'm not alone.
In the outskirts of Toronto-
In my Parents home-
My room, my bed - my life's in
The basement

its there; I cry.
A ustin
L ucie
O verwhelming
N othingness
E ncapsulates
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