Narcotic Kisses

My minds distorted

but you're going to take me to the bottom until I'm finally euphoric.

When I'm swallowed in depression

you embrace with temptation

and when I've finally had enough

I crush you up and huff you up.

I pop a few

Then you whisper little nothings like

"I'll rescue you."

In the end...

It's just me

and you

and your

Narcotic Kisses.

Mental Instability

Enjoy your innocence

for it never ever lasts.

The world will suck you into a void of 

awareness, commercialism, and greed.

"What is normal?"  She slowly speaks

into the cold winter air.

Poor little 9-year-old girl

clutching her black one-eyed teddy bear.

Tears stained her face

already frozen.

So frozen

she was just about ready to shatter.

She may live the life of a princess

but in her delusional mind

stuffed animals and fairy tales attack her while she sleeps.

"Is this just a daydream?" Her innocent mind wonders

as she lies warm in her bed but still cold for it's her against her own world.

Everyone thought she was a bad little girl

and punished for her supposed wrongdoings.

So she became a bad little girl

and did what the evil stuffed animals told her to that choked her in the night.

She listened to the voices of the fairy tales that taunted her in her nightmares.

Now that her innocence has fled

the restraints on her wrists are tightened.

She suffers alone

alone she remains.

No more stuffed animals and no more fairy tales.

They were all just shadows

and they were all just voices...

Right?

Bloody Mary (A poem about addiction)

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Always weak

Always outnumbered by her inner demons

Plagued by the darkness that envelopes her entire being

Always numb

Always dead

So high, angry, then low with dread

While the ghost within her sleeps

Her wrath is silenced within a mirror with no energy to utilize it

Our minds keep racing

Like the insanity of a storm

Dependence dripping from our fingertips

Lying there begging for the strength to hold back the tears

Then hunting for the kill

Where do you go and what do you do when nothing is left but their ashes?

Euphoria

Euphoria is...

Like a junkie to the drug
Like a thug to his gun
Like a cutter to the blade
Like the emptiness an anorexic craves
The condition turns into a disaster then we push to be free.

Like the beast in alcoholics
Like a power-hungry occultist
Like the mentality of a murderer
Like the demons the insane suffer
They pray for deliverance, some sacrifice their freedom just to lose themselves in the process.

Like a Christian to the Bible
Like a Muslim to the Koran
Like a Psychologist to the human mind

Or the doctor or nurse with the consuming desire to save a life.

Now they have no one
All they have is themselves and momentary peace.

And then there is misery...