mrscyanide

I want to go with you

wherever your deeds lead you-

if that is hell

then I want to be bad.

And I know…

yeah, my pathetic addiction.

. Pure cocaine goes though your heart,

this is the heart

I am blind by.

One day I will have to choose-

to be happy,

or to be a poet.

The irony is-

people want to be inspired

by the poets.

Can you be inspired

by misery?

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