Poems about anesthesia

1. Poems about drugs The street is deserted and there are not many people.

A nightclub where white powder is constantly traded.

Strangers are addicted to smoking.

Absurd, empty but insecure

How many people can't get up when the pressure is so great?

Dancers sway and charm.

The attractive figure makes people drool.

So much for drinking.

Drunk, loved, hurt

Can't forgive the crime of upside down the world of mortals.

A game is like a dream.

I don't know much when I'm awake and I can't help it.

Indulge in the passion in the corner at night

Can't resist the relapse of drug addiction

I can't get my first kiss back and stay in yesterday's dream.

Broken fragments are meaningless.

Lonely scars, thin bodies

Clear blood

The art of painting on the arm

Love and hate on the needle.

An unrecognizable shape with empty eyes.

The memory of love is gradually blurred.

Have a drink and spit.

If you are drunk, you won't be drunk.

Night, deep black sadness.

Silent handcuffs bound my freedom.

No one cares about tears.

Although love has been forgotten, it is still in memory.

The red and blue lights are dazzling.

How many tossing and turning memories suddenly came.

The night after entering.

Others are on the verge of anesthesia.

Taking drugs of love.