~ Hell's Addiction ~ - Poem by Goldie Lopez
~ Hell's Addiction ~
I sit on the bathroom floor,
Veins calling you...
Blood pulses through vessels,
inhaling air I breathe steadily.
Calling of a thirst that is called hell to me.
Too hot to touch,
too hot to touch... what a rush!
Needles absorb liquid from a blacken spoon...
from a drug I always prefer to use;
this is my abuse...
Where the fire stains the metal...
scorching to the touch.
the sound of falling bottles fall upon the ground below.
The syringe sucks the juice I feed...
a cloak wraps my arm forcing it to bleed,
cutting circulation to bring out a vein.
This kind of addiction can drive a man insane!
Begging for my desires, such a hunger of delight
Soars I can't hide, these wounds won't heal,
dangerous kind of appetite.
Who shall see me... why should I hide?
Should I care about what they say:
I've slept in alleyways, lying on the wet concrete bare.
People walk on, and all they do is stare.
Treating me like garbage, though I really don't care.
I've snuck into purses,
stealing everything in sight.
I have a habit, I need that fix...
this is my heaven and hell mixed.
I can't get any higher from this point where I stand.
But this isn't what I call heaven,
When I don't care who I harm, or what I am!
Not giving a damn about the memories I sell...
this addiction is my hell.
No sexual encounter can give freedom from this wild escapade.
But that needle can offer a grantee, without delays.
Though this agreement is so unfair...
I signed my name on the dotted line,
with blood dripping from a vein… I just used.
These demons help me abuse;
having me hunger for a taste of something...
that damages and amuse.
Watching me waste away for what I consume.
Here's a drug addict's confession,
twisted is a love... imprisoned I lay...
doomed this passion.... for it's too late to walk away.
Hell's my redemption... for its thirst I crave! !
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