Addictions Game
(I'm so sorry.)
I'm heading to a place
called nowhere,
have you heard of it?
It sounds like a test,
cigarettes to my bare chest
Just singing my hallelujah
to the echoes of yesterday
a day in a night that's really a fight,
a light, a broken sight.
In between my fingers
burning, not as bright as the sun
but just as fatal.
It takes what it wants
and leaves you
coughing up
daisies.
This life offers more
when I offer less,
remember how I said
it sounds like a test?
It tastes like one too.
The song it sings is bittersweet,
plucking at a banjo heart
its' kiss leaves bruises
mistaken for lullabies
and when you find yourself looking
upon the familiar sight of home,
you realize you've no business to return:
the lock to your cage was long since shattered.
The door will no longer close in your favor.
About the Creator
Hello, My Name Is Wonder.
I only believe in two things: the idea that the only constant is change and art.
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