5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Slashes and tears are my garment;
I'm leaving crippled foot prints,
Savaging the corpse with my sadistic relinquishment.
I give up, I surrender,
Dignity is my thrust of departion;
Desperation no longer earn endearment,
I'll crouch in a corner reminiscing every triumph we had.
Ah, fragments of euphoria is ruling me,
As the masochism in me strikes;
I'm losing it, I'm dancing hysteria,
I'm ecstatic as long as I'm alive.
I illustrate an abused individual finding bliss in drugs.
Your words are so sharp, in the very best way.
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Exactly how it manifests...Beautiful rendition. Bad memories.
Love it. Thank you
Iīm just writing a story and I didnīt know how to continue, but this helped me out a lot...thanks
Really like it. It was if I could feel the chaos build into the contorted nightmare. Being a recovering addict, it really pulls buried memories through the floodgates of my mind. Very well done.
Thank you! You just made my day go better with this comment. And keep up your good job, good luck too.
Deep; beautifully written. I love your wording and the direction it takes after the first paragraph.
I love the imagery and the tension you create.