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Addiction

frailbeauty:

The taste of vomit on your lips
The beads of sweat upon your skin
The hollow blackness of your eyes
So deadly silent from within

You think you’re flying high and mighty
But really you’re just sitting here
Pathetic, gross and uninviting
You’ll lose my love this way, my dear.

I cannot bare this pain much longer
It hurts me more than it does you
You are a selfish mortal-wonder
Tonight I’ll leave and we’ll be through