How the heck this didn't have any ratings or comments I'll never know. It's beautiful in it's sobriety.

Sex, drugs and rock and roll kind of poem. How they can all be truly addictive but they take lives. Your imagery amongst everything else in this piece is perfect, in my opinion.

I love the last stanza because although you may want to be set free as an addict it's hard to say adios.

Take care, Em