A synthetic superhero without the cape but the alter ego is very real
I prayed to God every night to make me ten feet tall and bulletproof, but it was not HE who answered.
Now I’m hooked on the rush, and I need someone to rescue me, on my knees with head hung in shame
This drug is like a corkscrew, every turn of the handle buries my inhibitions, my common sense deeper and deeper
Is it God, or have I found that substance that will make the shit show I call my life, disappear and not a trace of my pathetic former self left.
Show me the heavens, give me a false sense of security while I suckle on that chemical teat.
Tell me your name mighty one and I shall be reborn with every new hit I take.
I surrender myself entirely to you if you never leave my side, I will worship at your temple for the rest of my days
The price of your love is far greater than I could’ve imagined, for you seek out the innocence and untainted in a world full of monsters
Cold, dead hands grip my mind and I’m numb once again, feeling like I can fly, sadly more dead than alive, just another lost soul who’s succumbed to your power
Who will save me, save our people from this chemical destruction?
Am I destined to be just Another
Chicano
In
Despair?
- Author: missyvic314 ( Offline)
- Published: September 14th, 2023 20:50
- Comment from author about the poem: This is special to me due to the fact that I, have fought the same chemical demons I write about.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 7
Comments2
I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these things.
'stay' strong in the fight
thanks for sharing
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