IrishZombie77

Spoken with the wisdom of 1000 tongues, Mind is splintered, Body is numb. Feeling sadness in solitude, Reminiscent of the wicked I've done, The world has abandoned the person I've become. I wish I could put it down, Push it away, Face reality, Instead of hiding away. But its sweet nectar consumes, Tightening its hold, I feel the sickness of consumption And have lost all control Spoken with the wisdom of 1000 tongues, Mind is splintered, Body is numb. Feeling sadness in solitude, Reminiscent of the wicked I've done, The world has abandoned the person I've become.