Drug Addiction

I was once human

That much I know

Before my name became heroin

Before my world smelled of opium

Before my senses lost accordance to my brain

Before reality and dreams were the same

 

I see moving circles here and there

I hear a voice crying help

I see naked people dancing in the air

I hear the sound of gunshots in the walls

And I see that annoying Mafia member

He’s been following me for years

Who’s that little angel on the corner?

I’m talking to her but she won’t respond

Now look at me, I am shivering

But I’m not cold

Defy me, for I am laughing

But I’m not happy

How does it feel to be happy?

 

Happiness is but another past

Friends are but another stick and grass

Family is but another lie

Dying is but another question

But a lifetime would be a curse

For I’m no longer human

And no longer belong to this world

I was once human

But it was my humanity that destroyed me

 

I was once human

That much I know

Before my name became trash

And before my world became the convergence

Of heaven and hell


Comments:
 
Michele   Michele wrote
on 8/16/2009 11:20:26 PM
Oh, trust me, you can get opium here. I hope this isn't you! Drugs are a terrible thing--lost my brother to them. Years of anguish to my family. As a result I can't tolerate being with people who even smoke a little pot--and me, growing up in the 1960's!

MorlockKeeper   MorlockKeeper wrote
on 8/16/2009 2:34:29 PM
We don't have opium in America, but we do have a lot of drug users.

Jan
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WISH I COULD DREAM FOREVER


Selene, enchantress of the night,
Chain me with light
To this wonder –
My dream’s zephyr.

Let me drift to a paradise
Where no one lies,
And no disdain
Runs through my veins.

Whisper me Endymion’s curse –
Zeus’ spell verse,
So dire sunbeams
Won’t fail my dreams.
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