The grit of the paper feels just like your skin rubbing against me
I'm bleeding again, Absorbing it's venom, hallucinogen
Contorting and extorting, exhorting through thin pale skin, my head is numb, my conscience devoid amid this terrifying run in with you my friend (feind) against cold steel, a world opens up to things surreal
No sun,
Deaf ears,
Vacant eyes,
Silent cries,
Slipping under the undertow of heavy colors and sinking skies,
Such is this ordeal,
Sprouting into misery and flowering foundations of empty symphonies of mindless pleasure,
An escape,
A release,
Bittersweet is the taste left in the mouth,
How much is left to be believed as true?
As this cycle is set to start a new.
Written by youngpoetdreams
Author's Note
A family member of mine past away after heavy and ongoing use of narcotics and hallucinogens and I guess It made me write this
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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