A Crystallized Heaven to a Perfect HellA Poem by Pyrrha RaynI decided to write it for that Meth ad contest. Since I can't draw worth crap I wrote a poem. However, I do copy write this in my name. A Beautiful Heaven to a Perfect Hell Jenna S. Wise I just needed an escape…. One that would let me fly away into a far away place…. A place nobody would destroy, but little did I know it would destroy me. Just once couldn’t hurt that small little taste… “It’s a heaven meant for an angel like you baby” I remember his words as they suctioned me into a decorated trap. I remember the burning sensation… And then my body was buzzing with a joy of such purity… I was flying away, but nobody told me that flying would cause so much falling. Falling… Falling… Falling…. That’s all that can come with flying… Who ever said “what comes up must come down” was right in more ways than one. I remember hitting the ground with such a force… I wanted to cry away the pain or find someone to take it… I ran back to the same heaven that crystallized prison. I began to call it home… I felt safe and within control… Then suddenly it was yanked away and again I was falling. If this was a heaven meant for an angel… I wonder where I went wrong… Because this heaven became my perfect hell. Nowhere to run and no place to hide… The monster would find me and my hidden desires… I tried to scream but my mouth was muted shut. So long dreams, horses, and college… Hello strangers and goodbye money… Hello lies and pain and goodbye trust and security. I don’t know where the chains are held in the ground…. I can only fly so far up before they once again yank me back down… Prisoner to my own faults and lies my desires that can’t die… I wish I could just Fly…. Fly… Fly… But everytime I try to get away I just start.... Falling… Falling… Falling… All over again… All because I wanted a taste of a heaven… That turned me over to a hell I can’t escape. All because I believed that lie… I sealed my very own fate… One little try and it brought me to an end… I’ve tried again and again to get away… They just don’t understand the pain… The monster calls and the angel obeys… The fear and desire play a dangerous game… One time of high flight… Can bring about a lifetime of falling. Now I’m stuck in a circle… Help me escape or better yet… Don’t follow this angel’s mistake. Meth…. Not Even Once. Everything Changes Before You Can Wish It Hadn’t. © 2010 Pyrrha RaynAuthor's Note
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Added on June 30, 2010 Last Updated on June 30, 2010 AuthorPyrrha RaynThe Wonderland In My Brain., MTAboutI write poetry... And, yeah I hope it reaches you. more..Writing
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