Blister-Packed Escapism

Blister-Packed Escapism

A Poem by KatDarkness

Escapism is sold in blister packs,

Capsules full of empty dreams.

I build a fantasy world from broken needles,

Bruised in worship of my

Hypodermic Jesus Christ.

 

Morphine emotions, eyes full of delusions,

This tablet-paved road is just the beginning

Of a start that never ends.

My heart explodes through open veins,

I'm running out of space to lose myself.

 

In a world of money, cold hard cash

Is equal only to cold hard drugs.

Is everything collapsing?

Or am I the only one falling apart?

 

The moon is a smouldering ball of white powder

That the marjiuanna weeds eclipsed.

It's getting darker...

(............I can't feel anymore..........)

© 2013 KatDarkness


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This reminds me of my father.he was a heroin addict. The part about weed reminds me of myself, haha. There is a old saying here in America from back in the 80's it went like this: SAY NOPE TO DOPE AND UGH TO DRUGS...f****n comical. I used to laugh at that and then light up. America is one gigantic triple beam scale..

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on January 3, 2013
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KatDarkness
KatDarkness

Ireland



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My name is Kathy, and I am a psychological horror writer, who enjoys philosophy, psychology, art, writing (duh!) reading books by Stephen King and Karin Slaughter; and writing dark, abstract poetry an.. more..

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