I used to write poems. Beautifully tragic poetry, the words just spilled so smooth like honey from my beat up finger tips.
The drugs you know, I needed them for my art. Now I feel dead.
Now they say that heroin will kill you. But it made me feel. Feel everything so fully and so wholly. I loved to be the damsel in distressed. The Stockholm hopeless romantic chained to heroin through my dusk dimmed yet rose colored glass world.
Is this picket fence society says bullshit worth it? Honestly, sometimes. I wish I could play the stepford wife by day and the backstage any thing goes groupie by night.
It doesn’t work like that tho. You think you can. Your on inconceivable unimaginable high, you’ve tricked them all. No one knows who the villain behind the mask is until you slip... and poof. Your caught.
Where do I belo- no where do I want to be? Where do my desires lurk? Where does my mind go when a dream?
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