Mad obsession with you, makes me sick, makes me want to die, i grind you up into a white powdery like substance, inhaling you, and i lick the remains from my finger tips, every time i spend with you i die, bury me my love, bury me my love, with your intoxicating touch, it's only you and me when the side effects kick in, we are in our own world, i cant stop loving you, this isn't me, i don't get attatched so easilly, but what can i say im hooked on you, and i don't want to stop loving you.
I really llike this poem. I think it's great in a kind of wierd way. Thanks for emailing me :)
its amazing how you have identified the monster, you feel its talons rip into your soul, but its difficult to just throw it off your back... a few crisp and challenging lines wish u luck cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
reading this poem made me feel a lil bit higher: -)