Pillthrill
Bluelighter
**Warning: This poem may be a trigger for some current/former users**
Little handcuffs of ice.
I should have listened,
that this would become my vice.
Spend my very last dime.
1,000 miles a minute,
doing nothing with my time.
Watch the white smoke roll,
sucking it in,
while it steals your soul.
If this doesn't end,
where will I be?
When will this become my only friend?
Glass to my lips,
lighter in hand,
it's chemical kiss.
The scary truth,
I try to hide.
Steals my worth and steals my pride.
Chemicals combine.
Flooding my mind.
Forget it all.
Secretly divine.
Little handcuffs of ice.
I should have listened,
that this would become my vice.
Spend my very last dime.
1,000 miles a minute,
doing nothing with my time.
Watch the white smoke roll,
sucking it in,
while it steals your soul.
If this doesn't end,
where will I be?
When will this become my only friend?
Glass to my lips,
lighter in hand,
it's chemical kiss.
The scary truth,
I try to hide.
Steals my worth and steals my pride.
Chemicals combine.
Flooding my mind.
Forget it all.
Secretly divine.
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