I am your drug.
Burn me until I fill the hollowest parts of you; the parts of you that cause you to burn me. Exhale me and feel me escape your depths; I'll flow out gracefully as if I was unkept. I'll transform into something so far from what I once was; dissipate in the freedom of a greater world. When I've left, you will carry an intoxication of my energy; a reminder of what you have done to me.
I began writing at an early age, and soon became infatuated by the pure beauty of the art. Now, my writing has transformed into my inner demons disguised as ink across the page.
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Your Drug
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