by hidden under lies Apr 6, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
You intoxicate my body with sweet temping luscious poison nobody can refuse, you whisper everything to pull me under with you and i always do what you say,your my drug my everything, my worst nightmare, my pimp, I'm surprised you haven't dosed me with your poison to see if i can handle the fume of death, i slowly creep down the stair way to hell, the deaths kept down there call my name luring me into their dungeon, |
thanx lucy i'll check out some of your poems |
by Just Lucy
that is soo true, it really is! |