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opium no. 3
madness, manic, malice
wait
that's just the sense of wonder
wandering through withered
veins
what little piece of myself
can i take off to trade
today?
what pound of flesh
will the pawn shop take
for pay?
how spun can i get for a
tongue
or distant memories of
love
and the happiness it
makes?
it has begun
to eat me alive
inside
every pill
every time
i die
i must grit teeth
yet permit to pass
just one more
or i'll spend
another day
somehow shivering
despite the brimstone
in my
soul
willowing away
stay gold, ponyboy
never grow
old
wait
that's just the sense of wonder
wandering through withered
veins
what little piece of myself
can i take off to trade
today?
what pound of flesh
will the pawn shop take
for pay?
how spun can i get for a
tongue
or distant memories of
love
and the happiness it
makes?
it has begun
to eat me alive
inside
every pill
every time
i die
i must grit teeth
yet permit to pass
just one more
or i'll spend
another day
somehow shivering
despite the brimstone
in my
soul
willowing away
stay gold, ponyboy
never grow
old
Published 12th Apr 2023
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12th Apr 2023 9:22pm
12th Apr 2023 9:57pm
30th Apr 2023 6:40am
This reminds me of my own personal struggles with addiction. Lying to yourself, selling yourself short, and selling all that you have for something you answer for in the long run. You get the fix, and you end up jonesing yet again, and sometimes, it's a more intense wonder of despair. At the beginning and end of the cycle, you wonder how you're still alive, and how much your binging and crashing has affected you. What it has done to you in your own analytical mind has seemingly taken its toll. Reminds me of the song Magdelina by A Perfect Circle. "I'd sell my soul, my self-esteem, a dollar at a time, for one chance, one kiss, one taste of you, my Magdelina.' I personally think those lyrics allude to the Opium poppy, and how desperate it can make you.
Anyway, thanks for sharing!
Anyway, thanks for sharing!
