Drug my soul
By beamish
Anger and rage are cocaine for the soul
They rush and burn blood hot and crazy
A slave I have been and am still. Fighting it's madness willing to kill
for its power
Screaming terror on knees bent life owned and controlled only saved by
redemption of tears and forgiveness .
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Copyright 2016 beamish
Published on Thursday, January 14, 2016.
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On Wednesday, November 15, 2017, carlosjackal
(3010) wrote:
What a king hell bastard of an opening line! The whole piece was brilliant and resonant and I wholeheartedly agree with Nett's comments.
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On Wednesday, March 16, 2016, soul_versing
(882) wrote:
I'm a firm believer that revealing pieces of oneself in short stanza reveals far more than realized. Great piece that you have here. -Bows
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On Wednesday, March 16, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
thank you
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A former member wrote:
Well I can't say I know the power of cocaine but I definitely know the feeling of being consumed by your emotions so much so that the feelings begin to be your new normal and when it's gone you seek it out just to feel "normal" again or feel anything really. It can be a deadly path to wander
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On Friday, January 15, 2016, Nixx
(240) wrote:
have you ever really been addicted to cocaine? it sucks when you don't get forgiveness.
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On Friday, January 15, 2016, beamish
(137) wrote:
Far worse than cocaine.