DEMON JUICE

DEMON JUICE

A Poem by Courtney Peters
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Relapsing

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When I get angry inside

It burns, it aches; I want to hide
Try to find a place with bread and wine
With a needle in my vein, I've lost my mind
Now I'm screaming at angry voices in my head
All of them wishing that I was dead
I think I'm out of time
F**k, I think I'm out of time

 

 

 

I'm on the street
I'm cold and weak
A twist, a turn
A push, a pull
Yeah it burns
But my veins are full

 

 

The streets are quiet
So I'll start a riot
My heart is available
But no one will buy it
It's broken, its cold
It makes me shiver
Who wants a heart
With no love to deliver

 

 

I'm on the street
I'm cold and weak
A twist, a turn
A push, a pull
Yeah it burns
But my veins are full

 

 

I know I'm a different soul
The last one I had was sold
For just a quick fix, nothing more
'Cause that's all its worth
It's making me sick that I can't give up

 

 

I'm on the street
I'm cold and weak
A twist, a turn
A push, a pull
Yeah it burns
But my veins are full

 

 

I know it's horrible
I think it's wrong
I know it's immoral
But I'm already gone
I know it's horrible
I know it's wrong
I know it's immoral
But I'm already gone

 

 

I've lost the will to fight
The demon juice has already won my life

© 2008 Courtney Peters


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This is an intense piece so full of pain and self doubt. Life is never as hopeless as it may seem I was a junkie for almost 20 years of my life so it is never too late to change Read Hand It Over on my page.
Hugs Debby

Posted 15 Years Ago


May the good Lord bless you and save your sould..Valentine

Posted 15 Years Ago


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Courtney Peters
Courtney Peters

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I'm Courtney. I hate my name. Call me whatever you'd like. Music is my life. Without it, I'd be a vegetable. Friends keep me going. Without them, I'd be dead. I live in Texas. I hate Texas. Kidnap me,.. more..

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