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When drugs took over,

the people i felt for so dearly

died and awoke

to a world composed of dreams so

different than mine and they wrought

their hands in tight lugubrious knots

crooning for an angry fix, carking and mad

with their hip slang hiding in dark corners

casting sad shadows on cracked plaster walls,

with their stenching sick bodies rotting

in tombs under lush suburban valleys

gnawing and tearing

at their awful flesh prisons trying to get out,

with their families pleading for salvation

while poisoned alloy cities swallow them whole,

with their hungry red eyes,

dragging themselves across the pavement

praying to god that they live to see the other side,

I scream out for remorse

but they don't hear me,

I scream out for remorse

but my sentences shatter across their disgusting faces,

I scream out for remorse

but their smoke-stained teeth just smile back at me,

I scream out for remorse.

Reviews

[Ms Jessica Renee]

Such aggression, I like that. You've got raw talent.

[Ailyn]

This is a very vivid and aggressive piece of writing. It's wonderfully visceral in its descriptions, which gives this poem a delightful visual element. Good work!