new sunglasses

the drugs, the drugs the drugs are stealing my soul
down down down down down down this rabbit hole
they journey along, with my soul in a dime sack
jumping with their red eyes and burnt finger tips
that most precious dime slung across their back
and they treat it like nothing.
to me it matters
i hope it does
what else can?
illicit substances stuffed in fake soda cans
hands groping,
exchanging dollars
greedy smiles
stretch for miles, false handshakes,
designed only to conceal
what puts the fun in a blank wall
desperate
shooting up in a toilet stall
staggering down the hall
fall now.
leaves dropping
gravel popping, as the cars drive over
felt my heart stopping
kill me dead now,
how is death floated into so nice and neat
burnt my brain
left my body meat

got some new glasses
to hide my red eyes
can't tell if i'm crying
or if i'm Everest high
never said i
could control my base impulses
just wanted to be happy
but what i copped is crappy
scrappy individual
whole life i've been encouraged
how is it that i've never been able to find enough courage
to do what i need.
bleeding and needing
this is pointless life

Reviews

[masie]

im sorry i make you feel bad sometimes...
but you know i see the better in you....
the poems a little.. i dono i feel you could do a little more with it ...
the last part seems a bit out of place...
need a connecting line.