Needles and Narcotics
My blood is the ink in my pen.
It pierces the skin.
This is my confession
my minds way of releasing the aggression.
Moving in,
filling the syringe;
with more nonsense
dumbing and numbing,
prolonging this binge.
I am the goddess bleeding narcotics,
a warm blanket of amnesia,
craving one last fix,
to push the plunger of pain
deep into my heart's vein.
Stabbing gently,
pricking ever so lightly
along the bends of my soul's elbow.
Scarring and clawing away my innocence,
while the demon hiding inside begins to grow.
(Take it away, take it away....I will obey......numb the pain)
My ink spills the blood of desperation
onto my canvas
in a poetic twist of beautiful ignorance.
The lines of my mind
begin to flow
with a new dedication.
As the pen fills with my blood of reason ,
my veins
bleed black ,ink marked shame.
Tracing the tracks in between the eyes,
recognizing the signs.
This is my confession ,
my pages of aggression
memorizing
melodies
of melancholy.
I am the goddess
overcoming the needle with narcotics.
Plagiarizing my own mind
with lines
of my own twisted lyrics.
Defy the cries ,
put down the demons gleaming ties.
Defeating
the syringes final binge .
Take it away,
Take it away...