Temptations Poem by Ashley Kolakowski

Temptations



Temptations.
The blade.
The gun.
The pills.
Big temptations.
One cut with the blade takes all the problems away.
Pull the trigger on the gun that's pointed to your head,
Ends everything in seconds.
Pop each pill.
By the 50th pill you will be flying.
Then it all ends and turns to darkness.
All these temptations.
But which one should I choose.

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Gajanan Mishra 17 December 2013

good write, thanks, I like it.

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