Milking veins such awful art
A belt wrapped tight around my arm
Sewing holes throughout my skin
A breathing cushion for your pins
Loneliness bought in disguise
A red hot flame to sterilize
The emptiness that sits inside
Just one more thought of suicide
Make my way down to the man
Exchanging as I shake his hand
A dim light above the ground
Just one more kid burning out
Veins appearing black and blue
The sickening stench of thrown up food
The silence in a burnt out room
The reality behind the truth
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hey there
good imagery and depicting the feelings one has while being under the dark blanket of drug addiction. Or dark cloud for as that's usually what happens to your judgement, pumping all those extra chemicals into your brain/bloodstream. All in all a good poem but nothing made it amazing for me. Good job.
TTYL
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hey YCD
this was a tremendous piece about what its like to be a junkie. you cover the whole act, shooting up, scoring and the pains associated with the habit, in two short stanza's. one of the best here.
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That was intense. I really enjoyed it though, everything just really seemed to work together and fall into place. Keep it up and stay strong kid.

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Powerful stuff. I assume this has somethinjg to do with drugs perhaps?
You flow very well and it is seamless. Every word has it's very own place in your tormented, dark world. It's quite delightful really, at least to me it is. Another thing that catches my eye, is your ryhming. It stands out, but for how rounded it is rather than being forced.
Nicely done,
Ashley




