![]() One more hit...A Poem by Phillip J ClaytonTalking to myself again...can't get these voices out my head. I am raged...filled with hate, violence is my new best friend... Trust in the fictitious - paranoia at it's best; Self induced nirvana - all dreams granted, all troubles to rest; Nothing can compare...trust me... Needle tracks lead to euphoria - seductive and s****y; The after effects - a ghost that never leaves; A dealer is my god - possess me i am just a host... Power over me - can't get enough; I need you in me - the price of pleasure; I am the beholder... I want to live! I want to die! Can't tell....do they love me or trying to get me! The walls are closing...too much to keep in... Heart beating like running horses - no release. Bleeding sweat, is it over yet? why is everyone shouting!...why are you whispering? Shut the up! Shut the f**k up! Dying!, Dying! Die! Dying!, Dying! Die! Dying!, Dying! Die! Self abused - substance used; Chemical love - obsessive over dose. © 2013 Phillip J Clayton |
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Added on July 14, 2012 Last Updated on November 6, 2013 Author![]() Phillip J ClaytonJamaicaAboutIn the professional space, I am almost a diety... I say that with the greatest of humility. In my personal life I am frail and a primitive man... Self-actualization is not all it's cracked up to be. .. more..Writing
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