One more hit...

One more hit...

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton

Talking to myself again...can't get these voices out my head.

I am raged...filled with hate, violence is my new best friend... 


Trust in the fictitious - paranoia at it's best;

Self induced nirvana - all dreams granted, all troubles to rest;

Nothing can compare...trust me...


Needle tracks lead to euphoria - seductive and s****y;

The after effects - a ghost that never leaves;

A dealer is my god - possess me i am just a host...


Power over me - can't get enough;

I need you in me - the price of pleasure;

I am the beholder...


I want to live! I want to die!

Can't tell....do they love me or trying to get me!

The walls are closing...too much to keep in...

Heart beating like running horses - no release.


Bleeding sweat, is it over yet?

why is everyone shouting!...why are you whispering?

Shut the up! Shut the f**k up!


Dying!, Dying! Die!

Dying!, Dying! Die!

Dying!, Dying! Die!


Self abused - substance used;

Chemical love - obsessive over dose.


© 2013 Phillip J Clayton


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Added on July 14, 2012
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Phillip J Clayton
Phillip J Clayton

Jamaica



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In the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..

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