a poem i wrote while i was out fer a smoke..duh...tell me what yea think of it and if it need anything else changed.THANX
a PERFECT SUBSTANCE.. SO WHITE SO PLAIN SO NORMAL
LIKE EVERYTHING THING ELESE JSU PERFECT, ITS UP TO YOU TO DESTROY
YOU LOOK AT IT AND KNOW THAT I CAN KILL U,
BUT YOU TELL YOURSELF THAT IT CANT,
IT JUS HAPPNES TO THE OTHER PEOPLE,
I LIGHT, SLOWLY,AS THE THOUGHTS RUN THROUGH MY MIND,
HOW IIT CAN LOOK SO PERFECT AND YET HARM U IN SOM ANY WAY,
WITH THESE THOUGHTS RUNNING THROUG MY MIND I STILL LIGHT ,
WATCHING AS THE SUBSTANCE BECOMES TO SHRIVEL AND BURN,
AS I INHALE THE PERFECT OBJECT,
WRECKING WITH EVERYSUCK TAT I TAKE FROM THE YELLOW END,
WONDERING WHAT THE YOUNGER ME WOULD THINK OF ME,
I NEED TO STOP BUT I CAN,
I WANT IT MORE THAN EVER,
I KNOW I CAN STOP,
BUT WHY DONT I?
WHY ARE THESE THOUGHTS OF INE TELLING EME THAT I CAN STOP,
BUT DO I STOP?
I TAKE ANOTHER DEEP INHALE
LETTING THE SUBSTANCE ENTER MY BODY AN
2007-03-15
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