mythoughts · Weekend

For the love of πŸ»

The writing was the on the wall,

His personal wall,

He took a liking to the good ol’ beer,

Smoked like a chimney,

Ate the green leaves like a goat,

Each doing special effects on his body,

With each passing day,

His smile fades,

His troubles, his pain, his sorrows

Taking them all,

To forget and just for a little moment to get high

To get the rush of being happy again

Little by little, it showed,

He had the visible shivers

His body was shutting down

He had a brief encounter with death,

But for the love of his vice

He couldn’t stop

It was his way of escape to his paradise

A paradise that was short but dangerous



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