We are sinners! Never sober! Prayers to the Dope God go unanswered. Come to me my Chemical Angel. Come to me in the darkness of my mind. The tornado that rages in the center of my head is slowly consuming the rest of me. A chemical rainbow persuades, takes me in and washes the world away. Angel, where are you? You float within this body of mine and bleed life into me. You bleed artificial life into me. The world is counterfeit. Your love is prosthetic. Falling out of it, dropping down, away from myself. Cut out my disease. Cut out this dope tumor, this growing, consuming monster inside. Absolute blackness remains. And empty life, core removed and discarded, is left void of the substances that gave it substance. The reaction stops, the lights fade, and death is our reward for survival. Hell is the only recompense for the sins of the mind. I am Hell. |