Everything Is Gone - Poem by Lance Carthen
I'll never tell.
Gone are the days...
Days of intensity that would go on for weeks.
Paranoia and starvation was the price to get tweaked.
Did you ever stare out the window at night for hours on end.
Contemplating if each headlight was a cop about to pull in.
Staring at a mirror disgraced, feeling souless.
As red punctures mark your arms and sores sting your nostrils.
The intensity fades and happines drowns.
No sleep will come just suffering for hours.
The worst nightmares happen awake.
Be weary of the path and the steps that you take.
Or everything you ever loved will be...gone.
Gone of the life you loved to live.
Empty of love that you once shared.
Forgetting every dream you had as a kid.
Abusing anyone who ever cared.
Shallow and bitter you shall become.
Leaving behind completely who you once were.
Any love besides the poison will make you numb.
And from this disease there is no cure.
It never stops until everthing is...
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