Starlit eyes

Time dwindles in the flame

The fire burns and hides the shame

The needle enters into the vein

The sting... it comes quick

All your thoughts intermingle, becoming thick

It's a fog that stays for a while

It makes you forget things.... that isn't our style

You think so much you'd like to disappear

You buy your vial (vile), you know the fog is coming near

It's something you find seeping in

It's the beginning of the end

The end of your thoughts, the end of your mind

It's now that you forget, now you refrain from starting a new game

Time it comes, time it goes

With this needle so life will go

Dwindled and devoid of life itself

You wonder why one would forget themselves and find life in a book upon the shelf

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Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

Wow, is that what it feels like?

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Enigmatic Me 7 years ago from East Coast Canada Author

I personally would not know. I did go through a time where other people's life stuff hit me in the face...I could do nothing but write it down. Mind you I didn't have conversations with these people... I know that sounds strange, but they spoke to me through their eyes.. thus the name of the poem.

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