A Killer Addiction
The hooks went deeper,
A phantasmal itch.
Guiding him steeper,
More soul scars needing stitched.
Needle a quiver,
Injecting a mark.
Gambit so clever,
The results were stark.
Collapsing in a pile,
Upon a dirt floor.
Nightshades bile,
Straight to the core.
A beautiful view,
With violent convulsions.
Tearing his sinew,
All to feed his compulsion.
In this small dirty shack,
His mind a euphoric mess.
Retribution at his back,
Twisted emotions, taken roost in his chest.
He cupped his face with,
Scarred hands of leather.
Salt tears drip,
With revulsion and pleasure.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I never..."
For the: What Do You Make of This? Contest.
-The first image of the eye with a skull inside the pupil.
(03/11/13)
-Comments/Criticism appreciated
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