Dragged

 Fairytales do live in the mind

"So they say!"

But mine were

demons of unceasing demands

peels

to fill the bed

inferiority egos.

Strangled by thirst

deemed forbidden

yet hooked to that

"COKE"

Called the flesh.

As I enjoyed all

its flavors

snoozing the death

alarm ringing

while my soul slips

further apart from me.

As nights covers

remains with all shades

Secretly a gentleman

Stained with

filthy-mess, that have filled my heart

Resulting in love,

ceasing to exist

Only to find its

reincarnation in Lust.