Drug
Tell me, are you turning gray now
It's easy to divine
The timber in your voice tells me
You haven't slept for days
Your weary words are winding
Through the telephone tonight
And their telling all the things
You cannot bare to say
It's killing you that you can't stop yourself
As it's rolling through you veins
And you feel like you've been screaming but,
You just can't feel the pain
You're tearing you self up inside
And I can't do a thing
It kills me not to be there but,
Only you can make you sane
Like tar, it gums your insides
Into a sticky icky mess
It sucks your lungs like cellophane
And clogs up your chest
You take the hits and roll with it
And beg on your knees for more
You've been like that a while now
I can't take it anymore
It gnashes teeth and clashes claws
the demon that you chase
I got demons of my own to bleed
I can't keep up with your pace
Rehab didn't help you much
And me, I've never been but,
I have a couch that welcomes junkies
Who sit eating up their sins.
It feeds on all the feelings used
To keep the beast at bay
Its the only way of living
While you're dying more each day
I know it eats you up as
It makes you fell alive
Its killing you by numbing out
Like soul Novocain inside
A never ending battle
As you fight to reach the top
You can tell them every time you "quit"
But you'll never, no you'll never
STOP.
Copyright © Lacey Petty | Year Posted 2010
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