Quell
One taste, and I'm in purgatory
Neither here nor there, not in Heaven nor Hell,
A cliched, overused allegory,
A taste of poison to make me be well
One taste, and all my thoughts are dead
Resting, peaceful, buried deeply,
Forbidden words are safe unsaid
Foriegn incites cannot breach me
One taste, and the world's soft-edged and sweet,
The sky falls close to bury me gently
Pavement-grey waves ssway beneath my feet
As the world tips and trembles so elegantly
One taste, and I cannot help but smile
To speak, and act, and live so freely
Unafraid, for just a little while,
To see myself as others might see me
One taste, and all the world is clear,
Flickers, flounders, fractures fade,
I'm not alone, for once, I'm here,
Playing the game as it's meant to be played
One taste, and I'm unable to stop
Only every quenched for a second, no more,
Before the tick and tock of the chemical clock
Draws me back to the one whose allegiance I swore
One taste, and I know I can never be free,
I'll suffer Hell to suppress my unstable thrill
I'll let my soul rot and ignore my heart's plea
Gladly crumble away for my little pink pill.
Copyright © Marchioness Of Mock Turtles | Year Posted 2011
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