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Surrealistic Serenity

Poetry By: anomie512

Struggles with drugs.

Submitted:Dec 27, 2013    Reads: 14    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Surrealistic serenity

Creeps and hovers over me.

From the tip of my head to the ends of my feet

There's no way to describe it accurately.

Pain from a prick, leads to immediate relief

A calm, a warmth, the ability to breathe

Surely but slowly it brings me to sleep

It's a sad fucking state but at least I don't weep


Until it's gone and I plead!

Itches under my sleeve

My veins suddenly scream

They know what they need

They beg me to feed them

I tie up so I can see them

I squeeze down, I pull back

And drift off into black

But temporarily I'm free

After some bad company

And until my next spree,

Say goodbye to the needle


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