The Needle

A Poem by Muzzy

A poem to express inner strength in time of oppression.

The syringe is clear and empty
One more fix is all I crave
I need it to temporarily escape from reality
I need it to stop from my self from an early grave.

Fill it with my blood
Use up every drop
Can't stop now
Feeling like an almighty God.

Something creepy inside me is stirring
The shame and guilt is tumultuous and burning
Evil in your eyes is all I see
You're a demon, an ugly banshee.

But I'm not one to quake and quiver
Or in my sickness shake and shiver
I can overcome your verbal degradation
I will not succumb to your damnation.

You are old and melancholy
Half the person you used to be
I made the mistake to trust you once
When I was young and naive.

And now you use that to leverage your abuse
How I am in control of all my emotions and don't let them rule my head
And you swirling in your bitter arrogance are nothing more than filthy excrement.

So make your scene
Proclaim your self superior
So much so that others join you in your insane behaviour

But I will have the last laugh
Victory will be mine
I can overcome all your anger and hate - I am divine
I will bring you down to earth so hard your world will slip from beneath you
I'm your worst enemy
I know how to defeat you.

Don't underestimate my revenge
I am more deadly than heroin.