Sweet Nothings

Words etched into the concrete wall,
Reading sweet symphonic words into my mind.
Blood stained olive toned skin.
Hair tugged out like crazy on a limb.
Beautiful pearl eyes cry out translucent wantings.
Chapped pink lips whisper muerte nothings.
Death at my door like it’s a habit.
Needle on the side drips poisin.
Veins in my arms scream euphoria.
One more hit and I’ll be in for ya.
There’s no angel on my shoulder tonight.
Just the sweet nothings the Devil makes right.
♠ ♠ ♠
Just something that came to mind when I was driving home. Most likely will be edited at some point.