Angel Dust
One of my first poems that I've ever written when I was like thirteen or so, I think
Sweet honey nectar of pain
Pouring slow and tantilizing through my sluggish veins
Whispering sugar secrets under my skin
Tempting
Sweeping me from reality
Playfully
Seizing my muscles with youthful strength
Perplexing my mind
And siphoning bits of life from my tattered soul
Sucking anxiously
Awaiting patiently
The bitter taste of me
Numbing my thoughts
Licking my wounds
Bleeding me dry
Leaking the poisoned syrup of my blood
Corrupting
Seducing
Devouring
Copy-written to Xander Bradeshaw