Saturday, May 18, 2013

Nightfall - Grip of the illicit

“I was more addicted to self destruction then to the drugs themselves ... 
something very romantic about it” - Gerard Way

“Drugs are a bet with your mind.” - Jim Morrison



Your legs are splayed in graphic way
Wanting to leave this world, come and play
Scoring your hits under the dark world
Flying inhibition burned in pink pearl
Reaching for your body magnificent
I'm held at bay by your habit's descent
Changing fondled object of desire
Picking at your curves, soft skin on fire
Tears are my lover as you fade from sight
Pleasure was ours until you hid in your night

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