so, pain has a nice pull,
the wounds deep, bruises
wide open, flies pile by,
do i love the sin or .......?
recovery seems pervert
medication, directing all hopes
to addiction, do i want dependence
or independence .........?
every step away is a step
closer , indeed i feel the curse
but the pain , the dent, i ......,
don't care, if i did, I'd be miles
away, do i love sin............ ?
recovery seems pervert
medication, directing all hopes
to addiction, do i want dependence
or independence .........?
am the stanza off-rhymed,
with it's own alterations,
and special pentameter,
no fixed verse, long lost lines !
recovery seems pervert,
so I'd shout out in pain,
get a hand, heal moments later,
then imagine sin without me.....
though i later on get dependent,
yeah , yeah i ain't killing it,
with it's own alterations,
but mix-up with it ,
just on a note of my own
off-rhymed stanza,.......
recovery seems pervert
medication, directing all hopes
to addiction, do i want dependence
or independence .........?
yeah, yeah it's killing me,
I get lost in prayer ,
only to find me wandering in
sin just moments later,......
soon I'll be dubbed, "addict"
recovery seems pervert
medication, directing all hopes
to addiction, do i want dependence
or independence .........?
©Michaelw
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