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alcohol and drugs

By the thread of my soul-I fall
to the imperium of alcohol and drugs-
an unforgiving mournfull place-
a gathering of bitter lives and weeping-

I fall into the imperium of alcohol-
to the core of shattered lives and I
see whole families suffering-
men-woman and children uprooted-
tormented-living in fear at the
dead heart of alchol and drugs-

Alcohol and drugs-
I see the color of your death-
your pale dead shoulders-
your gathering of weeping hearts-
your addicted lives-
your mouth full of extinguished souls-
your dead neutralized doves-
your dying wave of odours about to
take a funeral journy wrapped in
bitterness and thorns-alone-
threading darkened streets-arriving at the morgue-

I see the darkness of your petified heart-
I see your skin the color of sulphur-
I see your frozen hands and I hear your
heavy voice-enraged-rotted by death-
I see your sad marble tombs-
I feel my heart dying to the very core-

Oh life-winged rose-as I drown
I climb your petals-my heart
burning with sadness and sorrow-
I kneel down in your cathedral
thrashing my lips with an angel
dressed in white-offering a branch
of life-hold my hand-I cry-I weep-
walk with me into the midst of the living-
I do not want to be the inheritor of
the imperium of alcohol and drugs-California Blue

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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