TheElf / Dec 16 2009 3.29
This poem was put together on the spot from my experiences with Coke in the past. I will be happy to talk about it if you think it will help you. Here's the poem anyway.
Mind Games
The mind is the control, your switch,
An angel may take over,
It will hitch,
And life will go slower.
You may feel heaven,
But you are about to enter hell,
Even if it was given,
Don’t take it or it will put your real mind in a cell.
Down low,
Deathly shadows,
You just want to go,
And use the gallows.
But you are there,
Though life may seem cold,
There are people that care,
So live strong and let things unfold!
Written by Jack
It's supposed to be saying how drugs mess up the mind and change what you are like and then it says there are people there for you and if you stop life may improve.
