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[aid] => mick
[title] => Addiction
[time] => 2010-07-17 08:11:37
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[bodytext] => I miss her. No I don’t. In the eyes of the sinner the white is god. In the pale murky depths of my soul I see good intentions I reach out, grab, scratch as the world flickers past me at a speed only a demon knows. In the eyes of me, she is beauty. I surrender my bones to the grasp of her darkness I envoke the stress, the drama, the intensity just to remind me im alive If I fail now, I fail forever. I’ve made my choice. I will watch it fizzle and burn into the firey deadly depths of dissolve. Till the mind creates its own warpath, til the sky shatters its tears all over my brain. As I stare into my own psychotic gaze the blaze in my head wont let me lie. She taunts me. A myriad stream of light & dark on a direct course for collision. I miss her. No I don’t. In the eyes of the saint the white is devil. In the glorious heat of my soul I see bad intentions. I don’t try to reach out, I lay back, I surrender. misstee, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 3 poems for each one you submit. The above does not pertain to commenting on your own work. The comment on this poem has been removed. If you wish to thank someone, please send them a private message. If we find any others, they will also be removed. Thank you. Number of poems per author per 24 hours are limited depending on membership level and interactivity. [comments] => 7 [counter] => 225 [topic] => 61 [informant] => misstee [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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