Old friends come by my window
Tapping for permission in.
I refuse with haste although,
I’d love to commit the deadly sin.
The taste of a past addiction,
A metallic sensation of rush-
Leaves a young one in desolation,
With every second thought told to hush.
But he loves it relentlessly,
Never losing the desire.
It burns on endlessly,
An always hungry fire.
But he’s stronger,
Oh, he is.
Can he take it longer,
This addiction of his?
It scrapes at you ever so softly,
Convincing you it’s choice.
But ever so quietly,
It mutes his voice.
2 comments:
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new topic for you chris (i think; it's been a while). you pulled that off with flying colors my friend. i definitely got into the character's head, and your vocabulary was fabulous. i think i might just be stupid, but about the last line- "It mutes his voice"- is that referring to his/her inability to to follow their desires because they are withholding, or the drug itself and how it makes them less valuable in the world?
great work, as always. :]
you're amazing.
this is amazing.
it's amazing how much you've grown since you started writing.
it's also amazing how limited my vocabulary is.
beautifully done.
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