| Odd.. | 2003-07-03 05:13:20 ET |
AJ and I were talking at 3am the other day.. and I was telling him of how much he helped me get through and away from a very bad time and habit and how much that ment to me.. and how much he means to me... and yea..other mushy stuff. So I come home the next day and I pick up a book of my writings and this poem falls out....
"Silver Junkie"
Sticks and stones,
may break bones.
But words can kill.
Its building up!
Its built up!
Like a poison,
fed in small amounts.
Turning agianst yourself.
The relief,
its like a drug.
Like a drug.
Its building up!
Its built up now!
The silver drug,
doesn't hurt.
The red rush,
can't be stopped.
Its building up!
Its built up now!
Feelings of nothing.
Feelings of hate.
Words kill with,
its silver side kick.
Its building up!
Its built up now!
Uncontrolled silver,
Never ending addiction,
Cotton candy scars.
choked heart.
Weak!
So fuckin weak.
Its built up!
Its built up now!
Dull playschool cutters,
Loving a playground of flesh.
Just another silver junkie.
Weak silver junkie,
rescue is coming soon.
Its built up!
Its fuckin built up!
Rescues coming soon.
Open your eyes.
Little pale silver junkie,
open your fuckin eyes!
Its crumbling down!
Its tumbling down!
Blue in the eyes.
A lifeful touch.
Silver junkie.
Gentle embrace of hope.
Its crumbled down!
Its demolished!
Safety embracing,
won't let go now,
wont give up.
Kiss of safety,
never letting go.
Silver junkie,
another bad memory.
The embracing safety,
feeding a hungry heart,
immortal love.
Its gone now.
Its all over now.
Giving hope.
Happiness,
neglected no more.
He forever keeps her safe,
from the silver monster,
which is,
no more.
it was just odd how that happened to be the poem that fell out....
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