undertoker
Bluelighter
I wrote this a couple weeks ago while I was in jail. I'm out now, getting drug tested twice weekly.
I fell in love with cocaine, praised her like a fool to my entire family, while she silently stabbed me in the heart, destroying my once prudent blood. The moments high were brief, signifying that my mistress robbed me of very little precious earthbound time. To the onlooker this may be the case, but altogether she has destroyed five years of my life, while enslaving my mind to the remainder moments I shall breathe.
People may say, "toughen up, grow a pair, move on" but such words prove incurable to a heart that's been brandished by frigid numb, celestial seduction. I may live life denying her into the streams of my vitality, but every time I confront the hypodermic, I reminisce on our titanic voyages. How she wrapped me in a blanket like a newborn child in the arms of its mother, showering me with natures perfection, giving me a glimpse into the mind of the creator. UnderToker will never be the youth at 15, innocent like a golden retriever earnestly playing basketball in the free northern sun.
My mind will forever remain tormented, a machine whose only happiness can come chemically and intravenously from flaky pearl chunks of natures finest isolated goddess.
I wrote more about my wife, but I will post it later. I came back onto bluelight after a couple years because my mind is tortured now. My whole day all I can think about is cocaine. The smell, the looks, the heaven like high. I want it bad, but I'll go to jail. I'm shooting up water because I am so desperate. I guess this post is warning, once you get a taste for a good coke high, your life becomes meaningless, just a pursuit for coke.
I fell in love with cocaine, praised her like a fool to my entire family, while she silently stabbed me in the heart, destroying my once prudent blood. The moments high were brief, signifying that my mistress robbed me of very little precious earthbound time. To the onlooker this may be the case, but altogether she has destroyed five years of my life, while enslaving my mind to the remainder moments I shall breathe.
People may say, "toughen up, grow a pair, move on" but such words prove incurable to a heart that's been brandished by frigid numb, celestial seduction. I may live life denying her into the streams of my vitality, but every time I confront the hypodermic, I reminisce on our titanic voyages. How she wrapped me in a blanket like a newborn child in the arms of its mother, showering me with natures perfection, giving me a glimpse into the mind of the creator. UnderToker will never be the youth at 15, innocent like a golden retriever earnestly playing basketball in the free northern sun.
My mind will forever remain tormented, a machine whose only happiness can come chemically and intravenously from flaky pearl chunks of natures finest isolated goddess.
I wrote more about my wife, but I will post it later. I came back onto bluelight after a couple years because my mind is tortured now. My whole day all I can think about is cocaine. The smell, the looks, the heaven like high. I want it bad, but I'll go to jail. I'm shooting up water because I am so desperate. I guess this post is warning, once you get a taste for a good coke high, your life becomes meaningless, just a pursuit for coke.
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