I stood at the presence of the mirror
And all i could see was my twin in crave
I tried to wash my head off this clamor;
Was told “my crave is the path to my grave”
Banged my head on the mirror in violence
To erect this demons inside my head
Which afflicted toxic in my conscience
Bidding my flesh to meek to it’s demand;
Banged my head more; bleeding still submissive
And clung to the demands of the demons
Inside my head, which drives me aggressive
Stripping me insane and speak in dozens;
My tongue sealed from choice; swarmed by depression
Looked to the sky, i pray for salvation
Demons Of Heroine (Addiction) – (Sonnet)
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