Poisonious Pricks of Pleasure

Insignificant changes,
Bury me a weakling,
The sun has set on my face,
Prick the skin once again...

Hollow tubes,
Addictions tool,
Concrete pillows,
Petrify souls...

From dust we rise,
At dusk we die,
When the razor blade pendulum,
Decides its time…

So take this world away from me,
To kill the beast inside,
Take this hate away from me,
Cut my eyes so I can’t see,
Cut my throat so I can’t breathe,

I try hard not to feel,
But this pain I can’t forget,
I ate the serpent’s apple,
Now its life that I can’t grip...

I tried to jump a mountain,
But never made it off the ground,
In this caterpillar lifespan,
My wings were never bound...

So my cocoon’s the net I’m trapped in,
Bring the flood to wash me down,
Paralyzed by poison,
Keeping my judgment far from sound.

*This poem describes a very tightly gripping intraveinious addiction to Methamphetamine.