I am coming to get you, yes I am,
and I will get you however I can,
burning like lava through your eager viens.
I am free to damage you, I have no reigns.
I will take you to heaven for a 2 minute trip,
then after that my darkness shall let rip,
I will leave you with clouded eyes,
and shaking hands,
all plans of the future will be put on hold,
there you will sit alone and cold.
you will feel so sick you cannot think,
you will neglect yourself and begin to stink,
I will rob you of all your friends,
you will lose interest in all todays trends,
I will be on your mind every second of the day,
your life will lose direction,
and become a tragic timeless play,
and knowing all this you still come to me,
to recieve the kiss of short term bliss.
its ironic to say the least,
that to find a little escape,
you have to release the beast,
I do not pity you,
I survive on people like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting take on a societal problem.