Addiction

Glued to the crimson leather chair

by the sweat leaking from my spine.

I smear my hands on my jeans,

and clench the plastic tightly.

 

Bathed in a radioactive blue,

I’m parked in otherwise darkness.

Eyes pried open, slouched in the recliner.

The cord running from my hand sucks my life away.

 

Slowly my eyes sprout legs

and scuttle out of my sockets.

My brain morphs into primordial goop;

hasenpfeffer with extra grey matter.

 

Seeming like hallucinations,

imaginary creatures materialize from nothingness.

“A blue hedgehog, you say?

you’re out of your mind!”

 

The cable continues to pump my life-force

directly into this machine.

I’ll never pull away…

I’m addicted

Reviews

[DansStories]

hahahaha blue hedgehog?! SONICCCCC :D!! Um...the poem is pretty good, makes me think about all my gaming habits hahahha ummm ohh yah you should watch those whatchamacallits....um the.....the time thingies lol....stick with one..errr d****t i cant think of the word but anywhooo you need to stick with one time

"Glued to the crimson leather chair

by the sweat leaking from my spine."

you have "glued" and "leaking" gotta pick either present past or future unless you decide to add a thingy....gosh my mind is going blank but you get my point

[Jennifer Marie Theresa ..]

Very disturbing in the beginning yet it turns random as if the person is losing his or her mind...a sad state. Very well written.

[Wunderlich]

This has good imagery and becomes rather playful after the first two stanzas, which is nice and rather humourous. I particularly like this line:

"The cord running from my hand sucks my life away."