Addiction

The taste of tar on my tongue
The smell of pot in my lungs
The feel of need and desire
Fills me up like a burning pyre

Sweet addiction
Beautiful self delusion
Trying to forget
The awful self mutilation

Beautiful skin
Under the pain
Near to pulling the pin
Time stops

Breath seizes
Then the door opens
My angel walks in
Hands held out

One hand
With the knife
The other
With the pipe

Addiction pulses
And hands sweat
This is life
This is how I live

Author's Note

I do not cut and have not cut for years now and this Poe, is trying to illustrate how I moved from the mutilation to the process of self delusion by using drugs. Hope it's clear

Reviews

[costa siwale]

I love your poem, emotional out pour, and timed rhyme flow. Makes sense. Beautiful

[LalaLuciegirl]

Thank you!