Saturday, March 5, 2011


Torn heart,
You are useless to me!

My heart.
It no longer beats,
It no longer pushes the vital blood
through thirsty veins.
I now scavenge for the life-giving wine,
Stealing it from weaker beings.

I kill,
Again and again,
But I know not what I do,
I know nothing more than my next fix.

that's all it is to me now,
A drug.
What I once took for granted,
As something I would never have to fight for,
I know strive for everyday

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