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...