My Drug Poem by John Dillenger II

What good these dreams
if only nightmares
What good my cries
if no one cares
So deep inside boils my pain
the soil lay muddy from endless rain
it rots my soul
makes bones collapse
Emotions my drug
I will not relapse.
To feel again
is to free my sin
To make amends
is to hold it in
To feel this pain
is to loose it all
To keep me sane
is to forget the fall
I dream of black
Of all I feel
Not admitting that
the knife was real.