admittedly addicted
you're my favorite razor blade
my cyanide-laced iced kool-aid
i've got it made and in the shade
whenever i'm with you
you're my favorite hangman's noose
my hungry lion on the loose
the banquet of a fatted goose
set out just for me
you're my favorite sleeping pill
my steeply slanted dead-man's hill
i feel the shiver of the thrill
always when i'm with you
destruction never felt so good
or suicide, the way it should
the way you wear your reaper's hood
a smile, just for me
Poetry by Commentally Ill
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Written on 2013-04-17 at 12:48
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