Mutant AddictA Poem by BluefireMy life as a mutant addict.The fires of Hell reside under his skin He's afraid to touch me, Afraid to let me in. In the dark His eyes shine like stars Taking mine away from his deformed body and ragged scars. Others call him a monster, Someones sins gone ary, But I don't think so, I've seen him cry. Tears of loneliness, Tears of sorrow, Teetering on the edge of sanity, Never tomorrow. He kisses me goodnight, His lips hot, Acidic, Turning me into a mutant addict. © 2013 Bluefire |
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