Nice words slurred along waves of jagged intentions penetrate my heart and create bonds, attachment, leaving me vulnerable to social crimes & fallacies.

I thought I found the drugs to heal my wounds when when you became a part of the inner workings of my heart, but addiction led to overdose;

killing this friendship between u & me n leaving me in a state so comatose.

The source of my remedy is now poison to my peace,

i still seek…

…in you…

my source of pain-

you       fill       me       with       darkness.

The side effects of my drug.