Poisonous Pleasures

black acid dances through my veins
like tiny, firey footsteps burning and boiling
my blood into coagulated platelets of pain
this is the pleasure found in the dark, murky, murderous waters
shaken and stirred in a poisonous pump of peace
now i feel deceased
isn't that the purpose? isn't that the point?
to toss and turn the double headed coin
isn't that what is hoped to achieve
euphoric bliss before i sleep
now i lay me down to dream with broken wings and crippled fingers
sorrow mutated into malicious hatred no longer lingers
fear no longer exist. in a moment like this
sadness shifts and sweeps away in the sand that sifts
through broken glass vials when flipped
the needle's tip drips
crimson drops that spit profusely from wrists slit
from lacerations digging deeper
through my life into the Reaper
hold me close in Death's embrace
until the night when i am safe
from pain and pleasure laced with hate
when all is calm within the moon
and fleeting roses finally bloom
but these are dreams life won't manifest
and still i yearn for the acid's caress