The Eye of the Needle

Naught Art

You would never know
And I love that 
And I enjoy the adrenaline
My secrets hidden in the back
And all the way up top.
I scratch yet never penetrate
I’d much rather dispose of my self
In the most
Make a story of it
The way I envision the narrative in their minds
I truly love the terror and the danger
My fear is addictive
And delicious.

I tripped and had an epiphany
The pain and pitiful anguish will never end
But the rush can always begin
Again! I want to be afraid.
In fear, you are always rewarded by overcoming it.


  • Author: Nosimaj (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 25th, 2023 01:36
  • Comment from author about the poem: The terrible ups of being self destructive and sabotaging.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 8


  • orchidee

    Oohh, what you doing having an epiphany? Was it painful?! lol.

    • Naught Art

      It was painful but refreshing, to someone like me, taking shrooms.

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