addiction

seven years of serendipity
cannot make me go away
this black clouds will only set its tendency
of my years of adolescence
will it break me at last?
will I be happy with all i have known
to whom this story should be told
only God knows the end
every tap of my shoes
taking me to the land of unnecessary
the heavy burden that i bear
slowing me down and keep me all at bay
i long for someone to touch me
not on my cheek but my heart should she
but knowing i live by my own
in this house of solemn
waiting to rot if nothing should happen to me
though i sad, though i am happy
be it to my soul
and let everything shower my scenery....

zariesworld
pouring