Villie Beebs

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Meth Slave - Poem by Villie Beebs

She's locked herself in the bathroom and it's going on day three
I keep trying to reach her, but I fail to set her free
The drugs takes over, and capture her in paranoid state
Mixing with the fear it becomes the offense for her hate
Her eyes become glazed, half open, lost in space
Cheeks sunken in, the dark circles run down her face
Her hearing intensifies as her imagination starts to awake
More and more of her soul, each day the drug takes

My dear sweet sister, she does not live there anymore
I have become her enemy, that she loves to upset and ignore
Destroy herself, I suffer more as I watch her go
She is no longer the person that I use to know
She dreams up these conspiracies that she aims to prove everyone of
She throws around accusations that no one cares for her or loves
She hurts anyone around her, armed with her words of hate
She acts like it is everyone else's fault and they cannot be forgiven because it is too late
She starts to hallucinate, and talks to herself as she paces
She burns the glass bowl with more puffs her heart races
Someone is out to get her, and they watch her all the time
She says there are camera's in the house, and a man in the tree that hides

She smokes her ciggerettes, complulsively one by one as she thinks
As death stalks her near, she stands at the edge and blinks
I wait and await, for her mind to be clear
As her weight declines, she quickly disappears
Pounds fall off and her clothes start to sag
And all she cares about is buying another bag
She will sacrifice anything, at any cost to get high
And she will never see the tears, each day for her I cry

Still stuck in this trance, it seems this spell cannot be broken
The drug has got a hold of her and she is a slave to keep smoking
Her child, her husband, they try, but nothing seems to work
Cold sweats, the shakes, her body jerks
Acne on her face, fallen teeth, her crazy stare
All her beauty gone and she is not even aware
For all this and more, It is just not fair
To watch someone die, who just doesn't care
I await by the bathroom just hoping she will come outside that door
That she will one day remember, ...... a life worth living for


Comments about Meth Slave by Villie Beebs

  • Lauren Daugherty (8/23/2007 5:40:00 PM)

    my life almost verbatim....everything except the child (Report)Reply

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  • Ana x (1/20/2007 11:47:00 AM)

    i can imagine the whole situation
    loved it
    agree with Donna also
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  • Donna NimmoDonna Nimmo (11/26/2006 12:48:00 PM)

    Very moving poem and sad. Warmest Regards, Donna (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 25, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 27, 2010


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