Beyond The Heavens
3:00 AM. Skin is crawling. Joints are aching. Legs are restless. Stomach is upset. Vomiting to ease the pain. The cravings. Oh dear, the cravings. At times, too much. Begging and praying for instant relief. A king when on it. A sick slave without. A flame to the spoon, ive loaded my weapon and im shooting with precision. Black diamonds in the rough. Only found by those who have the desire. You’ve got me hooked. Ill sell out for only you. A few hours of happiness over a lifetime of despair, ill take it anyday, anyway, anytime. I am the servant. You are my master. I am the lamb. You are the slaughter. This sickness fills my empty void. These scars show my worth. #addiction
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