Crystal Meth And Sweet Rum – Death Poems
These are my known remedies.
Passed down, from generation to generation.
My home was built upon,
Crystal Meth and sweet rum.
Won’t you,
Just let me fucking be?
Won’t you,
Just let me fucking die?
Honestly,
I thinks it’s funny.
You still seem to wonder why,
I continue to get high.
Bitter memories, but not a poison to me.
Never fall asleep, So can’t you hear me scream?
Bitter memories, but not a poison to me.
Just let it, deteriorate my body.
I’ve lost all my reasons to smile.
So what a waste of a perfectly good soul.
To this day,
It lays nothing more than a shattered heart.
So where is my clean wrist now?
Do you see what a monster,
This drug has made of me?
Visions.
And these vivid hallucinations.
My blood is no longer pure and free.
Now it’s nothing more,
than Crystal Meth and sweet rum.
(Poem by Isetheartsonfire)
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