Sonnet of a Meth Smoker

Inhale, the ocean of smoke washes over me

My skin, my mind, all tingle with pure bliss.

Sound, music light, all appear bright and free.

The goddess of smoke gives me her kiss,

Then drifts up to the heavens with mute grace.

She bestows upon me pure ecstasy.

I always fancy her fleeting embrace

I soar, a cloud, with dreams so heavenly.

But the goddess contains a deadly side,

One with an evil intention in mind.

She shows you all the good she can provide.

But, can poison men and make them blind.

            She’s venom, conjured to escape life’s nightmares.

            Yet, you end up in Hell void of all prayers. 

Reviews

[Kadessa (Kaddy)]

wow, you described that beutifully
its horrible that so many people are destroyed by drugs like these

[Fréyjä Helv..]

I love sonnets. And this just caught my attention... The imagery, the flow, just perfect... Good work...