The Death of Me

This compulsive dependance that leaves my hands shaking,

The thrill of intangible fire that makes me sweat,

This never ending burning passion and bloodlust.

The stuff that makes me click my nails

Or shake my knees and roll back my eyes,

The otherworldly substance that makes my heartbeat increase, 

The ungodly sensation that makes me rise.

This gateway into hell and back,

Satanic temptation that will weave my epitaph

Following me to the grave,

Cutting its infectious roots deep into me.

With its infernal seduction

And sensual deceit, 

Music will be the death of me.

Reviews

[Zoey Dead Girl]

A very lovely short poem, i liked it a lot :3

[Lyfelucke]

Outstanding as a short poem. Those are the most powerful. Dark and descriptive.

[Grayeyes]

I like it. Dark and quiet, but powerful.

[......]

wonderfully written