A Season Of Warmth Poem by Adam Hollingsworth

The beauty of lies,
Between you’re eyes.
The song of drugs,
I find in you’re veins…
It’s never ending.

The stream replies to a song of redundant tides,
How will I hide all that you have brought to me
In these gifts of disease?
Lets sing them out in melodies.

The flow is mixed in nicotine, and a pinch of coca
Leaves. A variety of alcoholic drinks you
Gave to me, with a smile that just whines
“Please.” THC and so many leaves, why
Couldn’t you love me?
The hand of a white goddess touches mine, I will
Address all that you have meant in these eyes.
The pain of you’re subtle lying smile, it
Stings,
Till I cry.

Life is only a jar of ashes,
And haha,
The body as a temple…
Let it burn,
For the lies of Christ
Are dull and pathetic,
I’d rather prefer
My long drawn out,
Season in hell.

Now we have a game we play, this game is fun
And true today. Its not hard and very
Refreshing. This game I say, is the game
Called “Go Insane.”
Close your mind, and crawl back in…back
To where it all ends. Here we find
The beginning of our sins. The truth
That Christ, is a lying friend.
Think it once, then think it twice, for
Chaos will bring us
What’s nice and right.
For anarchy of the soul,
Is what’s choking us to
Go.

The great schism of breath and air, its gone
And lost to care.
Heart failure, cancer and lack of oxygen,
It’s the future, I found in him.

Now, you should try this little game, its so much fun
And when its done, we can erect a dream per say,
For its not hard, while it dwells behind you’re mind,
When its done…you’ll see the end, yourself behind
The looking glass, a
Reflection of thought
That will horrify you’re turn of the eyes
So fragile,
So beautiful,
The love
You’ve been
Searching for.

Is everybody in?

This soul we found, a soul never ending,
For all have fallen short…I mock this
Little story.
The truth that it is sacred…
Nothing is sacred.

Though I sing the body electric, and
The hand placed in mine, the deceiver
Of love. The heart she held, smashed
And irreplaceable.
She mocked all that I once was…

The love was placed behind a steel door,
Locked and barred, nowhere to go.
Stomped and decayed ruins of joy,
The toy of love she threw at me,
Like a broken bell that sings and sings…
My seasons in hell, are all I bring.