Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

     We can smell smoke. We can see mirrors. All these long days flow. We can still hear them. Why haven't we left? Because everything we didn't expect is right here. We had always thought our addiction would erase the fear.
        We hide ourselves because beside our boldness we can still be afraid. The dedication wasn't real, but since we didn't know we still believed in it.
      We're young so we couldn't possibly know what we were doing was wrong.  We thought that doing this made us cool. Aren't we cool?
       Since we have dark desires and secrets, every single one of us has something hidden.... We're alive at night, but dead once the sun's risen. Denial lives within our blood. The knife is our possession. Once we have it in our hands, we lose our life.  
        Sometimes others look upon us to remind themselves to never follow our route. By then the fire that was once in our life will revive its roots. To create more addicts.