He’s a line of cocaine fuelled by bloody fists
Slit wrists and the temperamental anger of estate kids
He’s the heroin stained track marks of gamblers, liars and cheats
Or an empty bottle of vodka found on the corners of streets
He’s the pill popping, no stopping, starry eyed daydream
Lights flashing, cars crashing…What a wonderful place to be.
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He sounds addicting..
Great piece of writing.
I enjoyed this.
Thank you!!! 🙂
Love this, so edgy.
Thank you so much! (:
you’ve got an interesting writing style.. & your use of words is just grrreat 😀 I loved this!
Cheers man! 🙂
Smooth flow and written in such a great way. Love this style.
Thank you!!!!!
Has to be my favorite read yet! Got yourself a new follower!
Such a kind thing to say! Thank you!