Blister-Packed EscapismA Poem by KatDarknessEscapism 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 KatDarknessReviews
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Added on January 3, 2013Last Updated on January 3, 2013 Tags: drugs AuthorKatDarknessIrelandAboutMy 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..Writing
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