Cocaine Demon

roll over rough pains of withdrawal,
think back to torpid stupor's trance
playing strung-out substance whore;
spiritual death springs devil's dance.

woo of adolescence cool white flakes
wasted waltz stretching the dawn,
nothing mattered except chemical bond;
serenity splattered, individual is gone.

let's intoxicate inadequate isolation
that justifies liable low self esteem,
family slaughter earned my privilege
snuggled in submission, steal for me.

bow your head down on the mirror
snort madness that once was sublime,
I make sure feeling good is a memory
hiding in homerooms of another time.

I numb your heart and own your soul
humbling bombastic private empire
ordering you farther down the scale
rotting dry teeth thrown in my fire.

emaciation completes excuse for man
following old ladies through dark streets
evicting nausea, wry obscure conscience
cradles commands condemned to repeat.



Poetry by aliceramone
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Written on 2007-03-30 at 05:07

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ardent.March
I can relate. A very good poem.

I numb your heart and own your soul
~ so true, like a demon.
2007-03-31


Individuality
ah i know the scenario pretty well though not with that particular drug, but with many others giving the same madness to the head and the heart. a good piece here.
2007-03-30