The Monster

Romeo put me in the precence of the monster
I dident want to try it and I was sure
"come on try a line
you'll be perfectly fine"

Crank. The monster. Meth .Eventually an addiction
Then there was the depression pushing me in a addition.
Meth. The monster. It's a bitch on the body
but god do you fly, it's the best feeling iv'e had inside of me

Darren! We lost you!
I had another line and with you I flew.
Nobbie,he just held me tight
He sais" Sure as hell we ain't losing this fight."

His hurt swallowed mine
like space swallows time
and we are now interwined.
Bodies colliding.
Skin sliding.
and on the floor we were rolling

What were once moans of pleasure
turn into screams none could measure
Im on top. Belly to shoulder the feeling was intense
at one point nothing really made scence

His hands traced the figure of my body.

Kisses everywhere.

I know in the morning
COMES THE CRASH.
When you go up you must come down...
♠ ♠ ♠
This is a poem about an experience so intense...and after a while it was basically an addiction. i enjoyed it for a while and now i just regret it. thanks for the comment