Creatures

Even when I’m being honest I always have something to hide,
so I keep my fences up and keep my eyes open wide.
I cannot stand reality so I hide where it can’t get in,
but if reality results in pain, does that make comfort a sin?

I can only find comfort in using things like drugs and alcohol.
With porcelain skin and glassy eyes I feel just like a baby doll.
If no matter what I try I still can’t get my thoughts to clear,
each time I take the poison it’s like my feelings disappear.

People tell me I will die if I keep taking so many pills.
Some even say peace can be found in one’s free will.
I need the poison not for pleasure or some fetish I must fulfill,
but because there are things inside of me that I need to kill.

Where do you think we end up; Heaven, Hell, or neither?
And what’s your opinion on God? Personally, I’d love to meet Her.


These pills may cause side-effects
like sleepwalking hallucinations.
Maybe that’s the other drugs talking,
or as you call it, “self-medication.”
Of course all humans look the same
because we have all the same features;
though we walk the world recklessly,
on all fours like creatures, creatures.


I always dreamt of being prom queen and someday, someone’s bride,
but I’m just the star of the drama best known as my suicide.
I’m far too familiar with what it feels like to be lonely,
and though I’m devoted to God, self-destruction feels so unholy.

My bony chest and back leave people puzzled and alarmed,
but society taught me it was normal, so I didn’t see any harm.
With scars covering my body, I am a master of my own destruction.
If life really is like a highway, then this road needs construction.

I always knew I’d be different because of the voices in my head.
They think I would look dazzling all dressed up in scarlet red,
if I put it on as a dress before I lay myself down to bed,
hands crossed over my chest like I’m lying in a casket, dead.

Where do you think we end up; Heaven, Hell, or neither?
Tell me your thoughts about God; Personally, I’d love to meet Her.


You have withdrawn from society,
eyes burning from the sun’s harsh light.
With each sunrise you cast away,
then like the stars, you come out at night.
Of course all humans look the same
because we have all the same features;
though we walk the world recklessly,
on all fours like creatures, creatures.


©Black Widow 2017