Frail

Soundwaves beating my body
Zombing to the static beats
This white snow
Killing me everywhere i go

These past months have been rough
Days are so blurred that i can't really
Remember the last two months
60 days of snorting, smoking and pillpopping everything i can find

My last really vivid memory is from the end of september

Anything to forget everything

I guess I'm still running
From the thought of you
In a better life
Without me in it

Filling the void with meaningless women
"Just one more" always ends up meaning ten more

Never stopping to think
Never stopping to catch my breath
Spilling my drugged thoughts
All over the canvas

Words, blood, alchohol, sex, drugs, sleep.
Twentyfour seven.



I am lost

Author's Note

Honesty would bw much appreciated

Reviews

[A Risen Heroine.]

Honest opinion...hmm... Jeg ved snart ikke, jeg synes du skulle tage at stoppe op, se tilbage på hvad I havde, du nævner nogle gange i de forrige digte at enten så tog hun det hele for givet eller også så er der "some love lost there"
Hvis jeg skal være helt ærlig, så skal du stoppe dit misbrug og komme over hende.
Det var ikke så svært, kan jeg huske.. :-)

[Undying Glory]

We all feel this at one point or another, where we feel numb inside and do things out of futility just to fill the void. I can relate to that feeling all too well and I think you've captured that pretty good here. Good write!

[Coyote Poetry]

Fast life, too much booze and drugs lead to early death.
"Words, blood, alchohol, sex, drugs, sleep.
Twentyfour seven. "
The words above. Tempting and needed sometime. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote