I wish a sentient can redeem a high
Reaching reverberations up on the sky
Perhaps drenched of ancient artifacts
Peyote makes me sick that’s why its smack
Quaaludes make me feel like an autumn song
Librium breaks the cycle of “what is wrong”
Injecting my life intravenously
Incarcerating my eccentricity
Ripping my skin as it hit’s the flesh
Popping that syringe o its new and fresh
“Seeking my veins as if they were maps”
Pumping up my veins with little taps
Realizing my life as I have it made
Impregnating lunacies on my jeremiad
Stuffing stubborn plugs into my ears
Repressing all “sins” throughout the years
Shooting up jaundice up to my brain
Cracking up a pill to stop the pain
I shoot till my neurons choke
Feeling like Cain, well I’ll take a smoke
Everyone incriminates our sister earth
While our oppression I feel mirth
Sedating my fear of death
Feeling spasms as they abideth
Clinging my side for ever
Tasting lead on my endeavor
Finding perfection upon my smack
Hitting, shooting, again and back
Amphetamines hides any shame
Feeling “super-man” play its game
I’m not afraid of a foreign land
Dragging sluggishly on that sand
Riding with Napoleon for Poison’s sake
Darting up ’angels’ for an hourly break
Heroine of my life
Devours my wholesome strife
Pleasures are week against Her
I feel Her smooth and clever
Smooth flow against awareness
Perpetrating Salammbo as a mistress
Creeping up quickly into my veins
A quick slut for my sullied reins
A pair of spoons at the local mart
Makes me feel like I’ll fall apart
Life spins erroneously to and fro
But I like it most when its good and slow
Blurring out customs of an ancient lot
‘cause I like it better if I shoot and rot
Nothing can cure a bitter woe
All life is like a known fiasco
Either vegetated or right for progress
But its my ‘smack’ that I’ll like to posses
True; experiences bring the best in us
I feel like I ride a druggie omnibus
Flying surely across the stars
Fleeting five hours till up on mars
Dancing to the rhythm of beating drums
My heart on the mercy of dirty slums
Neurons were wasted so long ago
Where wisdom gleamed as soft snow
Nightmares come and invite Mr. Freud
Perhaps penis envy as its now a void
I’m like dear old Faust with his horns
Crushed by blow with all its thorns
Hiding away from society
Putting away the enemy
Closing all paths of reason
Like the changes of a season
Estrangement is my only friend
Holding on until the end
Placing wires; restricting thoughts
Feeling better with my fellow sots
A thought of fear a thought of hope
All come together in a narrow slope
For my will is gone at last
Its my smack that’ll always last
Many years run against the wall
Addiction grows steady, nice and tall
Maybe someday I’m out of space
Pricked up my body until no trace
No sign of eyes for they’re all gone
No sign of arms for they’re rotten and done
My pupils as the size of quarters
Like a bulbous disk of a flower
I’m depending on my smack
Because a good reason, I always lack. |
Submission Name: Smack
