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Walking on Broken Glass

Pillthrill

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**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.
 
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"Watch the white smoke roll,
sucking it in,
while it steals your soul."

I especially like this line..the whole piece in fact. Still it made me cringe a little and I'm sure you can relate. They call it shit for a reason.
 
I remember a time when i was almost more addicted to watching the thick white smoke swirl in the chamber than the high itself.

Days gone by.

Very emotive piece PT.

I also like the, 'doing nothing with my time', I know all about that.
 
4 days sober...I miss it, crave for it, but in the end I know it will enslave me in a way I have yet to know...
 
good piece.

i think everyone who has used can relate to the thrill of watching that pretty smoke curl.
 
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