A Summers Rain/My Slow Destruction

One last spark in a soon dark room.

 A radio that whipers summers soon to pass a kiss of velvet dark skies seem to warm my

heart with such beautiful despair.

Thunder does rumble the earth'

 yet still I lay in a fixed state of regression.

 

Pain was my vice now pills my addiction I sweat in a ice cold room as in thoughts once

free  i find  a prison for I have given up.

I drift towards it every dose higher my hope is the courage to kiss the final night.

Void is my reason please look no deeper for I am gone.

 

Passion was a horse that ran through a thought now not my own.

Track marks have replaced my dreams im on some sort of twisted autopilot.

Burried is my mind a zombie speaks hollow from my soul.

 

How can you ask for help when you only wanna taste destruction?

That peaceful end is a promise I must know.

 

Outside the window rain slowey taps the windows glass as a broken soul sweats for another fix.

 

The earth must be washed clean as dirt builds within my thought.

Dust is my mesaage a fools dying request in a empty room.

 

Ive lost all that was myself now i nothing but a book that has long since been shelved.

A strom soon passes taking a since of nothing.

And finally a tried soul finds sleep.

 

  Some where never ment to last.

Reviews

[Richielee]

lovely jubbly amigo, love your writes like this, they show off your talent in a different way than your comic adventures, superb !

[Deathangel]

I like this write.. I love your style..

[Msswhit]

Wonderful write. You have a very good talent. Excellent. I can't wait to read more of your work.

XMssWhitX

[Pebbles]

Peace is beckoned for
And my fix which is ultimately my god
Will swollow another soul deep into its self
A vagrant unto myself
I sweep away my mind rotting existence
And cry for anywhere but now
Take me to the land beyond dreams
Take me somewhere where my hand
No longer shakes
And my breathe quivers with the joy of living
It will not be in this meger existence that i find a place called home
There will be no rug next to an open fire
With love to keep me warm
There is only dirt and
The need to scratch mine own surface
Deeper
Deeper
I am falling now
further
further
from reality
Tell me you loved me once
Then leave me
With god
My needle
My saviour
My end .........

[Judy Ponceby]

your flow of images are always impressive. giving in to hopeless despair seems almost inevitable. awesome write john.....you've a soul with depth.