Drugs And Women Poem by Dakota Ellerton

I pardon to wake, as the room black as night surrenders my dreams.
I’m always as blind as when I look around in this moment, the obvious is hidden, and I trip over what I know is there.
I fail to comprehend anything but honesty from him.
I lay and see images dancing on my walls, black figures of grace and truth, Words spiraling around these naked lies.
I imagine the blood trickling from my arms, my back, my legs. It’s warming sensation stricken cold. Like tears of ice covering my body.
I pull to reality the thoughts and ideas, I know are sickening to others. I could lay for hours and fantasize of breasts and snatch, of women in black dresses and alluring tights, with hair so long sex would almost be an art to see it sway, with fingers so slender it’s arousing, with legs pale, made to wrap around ones body.
It’s all an illusion, but one I’d never like to wake.