Angel Dust

Written by: Nicole El Marj

The white crystals in his hands
Begging to be placed in his mouth
Devouring each and every grain
To replace his so-called internal pain
Angel dust calls upon him - 
Awaits for him during his lonely hours
And at night he surrenders
To her vague yet purified aura 
That captures his weakened soul  
He is a prisoner of love – a captive one may say
 “Angel dust, don’t leave, you’re my one and only need”