Her Addiction Had An Addiction |
Crystalized, into purple veins that beckon a numb tingles in the absence of innocence I hear you come near. Watching those pearls settle seductively against the aged ripples of your skin To know it comes, to know it haunts, to feed the fear as it grows for your anger and self hatred in the dwellings of your own body have traveled unto me forced to succumb to broad shoulders and overbearing hands The angels turn away as the glaze filters your eyes a child I am not but a orifice to invade a carcass to be shredded by scavengers beaks. In this hypnosis, you have found me, the silent witness to your falling no cleansing of this pallate as I will surely taste the blood of bites and bruises. The pearls fall from grace and seeds of negligance race through your corridors into a heart so cold, a mind so blind, a world so lost in need. Why must you taint me as you have tainted yourself so? Why must I know the pain of a needle and the puncture of purity for your sickness in wickedness envelopes my throat. Injections of rejection of devotion of lucid photographs, because painting a family portrait is easier then taking one when the needle hits the haystack like the subway line, you've got tracks to prove your travels I've got scars to prove I was the destination of memories and anger of shame and insecurity but pretty little girls on subway rides into hell are common for the likes of demons Elegance and acknowledgement of who I am to you to me to us to this I cry as you invade the doorways as who you were slips away and who you are is hungered by my youthenized body yes, youthenized, young and dead at your arms and I dont want to ride this ride with you I dont want to travel into terminals of terminally ill I want to play and be free and smile and laugh as you scorch any hope for escape. And the doors are open, the eyes are closed but the acrid substance swallows your inhibitions self control has died jumped off the cliff and fell so high I am not your platter, I am not your feast I am not a rider on your subway of pain and destruction. I am a child unknowing, unsaved, unnecessary in your conquests to feed the white liquid which taints your crimson I scream to a God that cannot hear me, to a heaven so high as hell is warm. and I know not which is greater the need for the tracks or the need for flesh as you take and use and care not when sober comes. smile again into my deep brown eyes as I know tomorrow will bring another ride on the A train. The conductor shrieks "all aboard." And I die a little, wishing I were high, to get away from this, from you. I'd walk a thousand miles before I'd ride that ride. A thousand and one. |