Satan's Secret Drug

Spencer Wilhelm

Pop hides the disgusting warts festering underneath.

Hypnotized by the mindless catchy tunes,

Medusa’s head becomes unsheathed

And we stay petrified in whatever swoon

Possessed us in our dreams.

 

It feeds our fantasy, 

Leaving us delusional,

Convincing ourselves that happiness 

Exists within this starving imbecile. 

 

Subsisting existence,

Craving more of itself, 

To consume our being

In mindless meditation of our dreams.

  • Author: Spencer Wilhelm (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 13th, 2025 00:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: Always love feedback on how to better pursue Truth Goodness and Beauty!
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    You've got me. Mystified despite multiple readings, how gorgeously rendered with exceptional imagery and a damning, haunting poignancy. Thank you very much for sharing.

  • sorenbarrett

    The first lines in this poem brought to mind the acne that adolescents experience and try to hide, the Medusa head reinforced this feel. The dream like state left a drug induced feeling or maybe it is just the haze of adolescence and the existential crisis that it is bathed in. Well written

  • Tony36

    Excellent write



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