The Death of MeA Poem by loading...
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.
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that place around the street corner from that guy., NY
AboutYoung hopeless killjoy with an appetite for song. Complete slacker. Spends most of my time daydreaming, rping, playing guitar, drawing. taste for gore. more..