Substance A - By Olly Poem by Olly and Molly Tsi

One or two,
Not much has happened
Barely a minute passes
And it takes control
More and more
Fades away
Into the background
Its dark tendrils
Encompass my mind
And whisper darker thoughts
From the deepest subconscious
And black escapes
A cloud attaches
To the black tentacles
And clouds the eyes
Senses
All feeling is weakened
A few more drinks
Could never hurt, right?
But the end of the night
Arrives in a flash
Of strobed lights
Blinking blue and red
As sirens scream
Their songs of tragedy
Echo near-empty hallways
And so you stand
Standing over him
His eyes a pure white
And his face a crooked smile
Under bruises and blood
And your tears
Fall down your cheek
Onto his own