Narcotic Bliss

Quiet, polite and kind

The epitome of friendliness I was

Born free, lived free… but not free

Strangled by these four walls

 

Carved in the form of Jesus

In the chalice of my mother's womb

Born safe, lived safe… but not safe

From the horror of society

 

I darkness, I dull myself with drink

Constrict my throat and lungs with tar

And exotic herbs that frazzle the mind

Psychologically dizzying for fun

And in secluded alleyways I fornicate

The faces disappearing in the vertigo of night

Born fun, live fun… but not fun.

Necessary for escape

 

My brains spill out in despair

And I fall down deeper and darker

Born joyful, lived joyful… but not joyful

As my hand reaches for the knife

 

My veins swell and bloom

At the touch of the demonic needle

Born. Lived. But not lived.

My eyes close. Bliss.

Reviews

[LynGeist]

Wow. I love your use of the English language. Truly amazing writing.

[Into_The_Cosmos]

While reading this, it reminded me of one of my close friends. It describes him so well because that's how he expresses his feelings about what he does. Really enjoyed it. I loved every word.

[Deron Alexis]

really these sot of pleasures are temporary as you said free but not free you really captured the way consequences can hinder the pleasure in vices well done