Thursday, 9 March 2017

Crystal meth


 Veers like a ship on stormy sea
enchanting like the moonlight at noon
real beauty so addictive to see
only i can feel the sweet pain
never shall i stop the bubble
In chaos mind and heart tussles
Craving for an ounce of life
Always my meth, my kryptonite

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