I can hear her calling:
Let me out
Only I can do it, light her up
She brings death closer to me
slowly but smoothly
when she enters in my body, she soothes me
She´s not like all the others
Who try to kill me outright
She takes her sweet time, and kills me from the inside
I know just what she does,
behing my back
but I always come crawling back, time for another pack
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Lovely depiction of the luring nature of addiction and the ultimate consequent of its sweet sensation. A well articulated piece of poetry, insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Timmy. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.