

The PoisonThe Poison....The Poison
A boy may have broken my heart, But I am the killer. Drink by drink, Day by day. This habit keeps me bottled in. As the poison rushes past my thirsty lips down my throat and straight to my brain. It tastes so good. It makes me feel so warm. It is burning through my insides, And scrambling my brain. All this I know. And yet I still continue to swallow, No longer able to control my urges. Hidden away, In the recesses of my mind, With my bottle in hand. I no longer trust myself. My mind is no longer a safe place
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Welcome to my 8oz world.
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Lifting the heart, cleansing the mind, testing the conscious of mankind!~
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Welcome to my 8oz world.
i also took the liberty to take a quick gander at your myspace... i have to say... you're a very attractive girl... you may have just single handedly changed my opinion about the state of arkansas... ok... so i'm being a nerd now and sounding like every other pathetic guy... but you really are pretty
i shall
thanks for the
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- b
my deviations my prints
"Great ideas often receive violent opposition from mediocre minds." - Albert Einstein
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Welcome to my 8oz world.
I think that I shall watch you!
And...welcome to deviantART!
-Sparx.
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Welcome to my 8oz world.
I'm stalking you now. And by stalk, I mean +devwatch. Not actual stalking.
Good stuff, can't wait to see more!
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