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Methadone Nightmares

Traveling down dark allies  
in the early morning black
chasing that pink juice
 
off methadone for three years now
I still dream of my king
forever calling my name
 
the world still so raw
too bright for a soul
who lived in the shadows for thirteen years
 
twisting, turning, sweating in my bed
my demons mock me my dose before me
but this time I can't have it  
 
because I came to the clinic naked
other times I get lost down streets I've never seen
asking other junkies the way there they just stare
 
longing to be cloaked in my numbing pink blanket
I wonder how long I will crave it
seek it in my dreams
 
a dead end I know
sinful desires setting my soul
ablaze as I fitfully sleep
 
longing to kneel at the pink throne
of my king for so long
drink down my poison
 
and know what it is to forget again
the things I've swept deep in my heart's closet
no I will never go back but still I wonder
 
when do the methadone nightmares end?
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
Published | Edited 10th May 2016
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