Supplement

Through the crimson banks of your veins

you send the liquid venom of your remains.

Deep in your souls streets it eternally rains

And the pain and euphoria leave their stains.

Your mind hungers for the morphine of life

and you are willing to fight with pen or knife

for you have been through peace and strife

and you no longer fear times hungry wife.

So tell me friend what is your muse or affliction

Is it your tool,shame,pride or is it your addiction.

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