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.
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Author:
Luke (Pseudonym) (
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- 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
Fabulous stuff! Simply explanatory, bringing you in to the subject & thought provoking. My kind of style.
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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