Well, this isn't your regular poem from me. But, nonetheless, I'd love to hear your thoughts, interpretations and so on...
Roman715
She’s more than an addiction, I have to have her to live
But there’s a chance for my redemption just beyond the fib
And the truth I hold so loosely is lost within the light
Of the ramblings deep within me and of which I hold so tight
I can’t wait for the next fix the second she hits my veins
Waiting on her next hit to take away the pain
she brings me to my knees, knockin on deaths door
But I’m lost in the disease as I attempt to use my lore.
The help I need is there, waiting for me to agree
But the disguised hope’s what she offers and it’s calling out to me
Lies, lies, lies fill up my heart and head
As I climb down from the highs, I know I’ve been left for dead
Her love is the drug, it overwhelms my soul
But the darkness in that love keeps me from being whole
It provides the calm I seek and offers me release
And I’m not willing to leave the safety of deceit
It’s really not her fault, I’m the one to blame
And I’m awfully convincing so no one can see my shame
She just keeps on chasing and I can’t let her go
Freedom, oh freedom, I guess I’ll never know
Freedom, oh freedom, Lord come and save my soul
