Veins of fire

LukeMorrison

Fire in veins

the sting of calm

and everything fades

- there is no alarm.

 

Essence of smoke

choking on breath.

Tighten the throat -

ignore the death.

 

Feeling alive

without feel real.

Time has cheated,

distorted, surreal.

 

Clogged brain waves

with gaseous medication;

swimming the senses,

conscience on vacation.

 

Need of a woman -

skin like sandstone.

Eyes of envy

and words that are sewn.

 

Clenched fingers etch

their way to salvation,

recklessly seizing

the cause of damnation.

 

Ending the life

in a way that is blissful;

the sweetened isolation

of a mind that's still wistful.

 

And there it shall end;

the being of desire.

Wisdom leaking

from veins of fire.

 

 

  • Author: Luke (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2017 00:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the intensity of participating in hedonistic practices, especially the use of drugs, and the juxtaposition of the bitter-sweet feeling it provides as it destroys our mental and physical well being whilst somehow enticing us further by playing on our most toxic urges. Enjoy:)
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Comments2

  • Bibbeck

    Fabulous stuff! Simply explanatory, bringing you in to the subject & thought provoking. My kind of style.

  • orchidee

    Good write. It is so, often just for the 'fix' of a 'good' or 'high' feeling. Then that goes, and another fix is needed. Some try it just to dabble, but then are hooked on it.



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