Author: The Dying Euphoria

I may not be the average junk addict, seeing as I still have a few things going for me, but I'm a slave to heroin just the same. I'm a sad sight, no doubt, but that's the way life is, and you can't help it. So whatever you do, don't try and fuck with it. I like it when people e-mail me and reply to my posts, so please, speak your mind to me, if you wish. I have a blood, violence, and self mutilation fetish, so I'll spend a lot of time in the Erotica section, posting and reading. I write poetry, and I'll be posting thousands of poems. So please, check for my name often. If I disappear, well, I probably took my fetish too far...

Darkness

Visit this site for poetry: http://shy_euphoria.tripod.com Darkness plays a role in my life. It makes me secure.

I Have AIDS

i learn a lesson every day be it pain or fear or that nothing’s okay but today’s lesson only stupified me for i learned i was someone i dreaded to be

Enjoy The Ride

you can go ahead and judge me finality hidden behind being free another half-hearted dying try label me till the day i die

Lost and Found

I went through the boxes in your basement i only remembered courage, but there was so much more like the pain you hid so well

my poems

i once wrote a poem and called it punk love because that was the name of my obsession and that’s what it was all about

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grinding tribulations that lead me to my death the hatred swells inside of me and takes away my breath

Is There Life Out There Somewhere?

i saw the edge was i supposed to turn around? for an eternal pledge when i sleep six feet below the ground

Old Decisions

emotions running full speed into a steel reinforced wall don’t tell me that i can’t bleed someday everything will fall

Alone and Free

a little bit of pride is that all that’s left? we sat and watched as our good times died as we cry and deny our theft

I’m not crazy just euphoric

I am looking down at myself. My body feels so light and the sky is so crowded with these crimson bullets. I can barely keep my eyes open. The heroin is dominant over the blood in my veins. It’s in my head and I am happy.