Addiction

Watching as he crumbles down, He waits
to feast upon his moulder and decay.
He finds it in his eyes, a perished shade
amongst the cadence fragmenting to flakes.
For his fate he’ll take upon His varmint veil
earned when listlessly wondering for days.
The darkest of those could write chapters they say
of addictions and a legacy repaved.
For his sins He’ll provide purgatory again
just to see the hues of fatality it makes.

Now his skin no longer feels the rain
and harder it becomes to stay awake.
With wider eyes perhaps he’ll starve the grave
or with a craving he’d find it just the same.

Jordan Baker
2015

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  1. tpcsufian

     /  April 21, 2015

    Amazing! 🙂

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