Heroin, Part I

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poetry.

Submitted: July 25, 2015

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The signs were all there,
you soulless deviant;
your lack of empathy
with intent to destroy me,
to feast on the carnage -
or so you thought.
You put yourself in
the hardest fight to be fought;
and I, so in love with a dead soul
residing inside a deceitful body.
The devil exists
in the mind, betwixt.

 
No more energy shall be wasted
praying for your demise,
you'll in time be laid to rest
in your casket full of lies;
for wasn't it you who said
the dead will bury themselves?
Your own advice:
who knew you'd need it yourself?
My heart pounds
with each stroke of the pen,
time for everything to come out now;
there's no holding it back in.
 

Acquainted with many, even best of friends,
but let none see the depths within.
Fool most, but scare few,
those few that knew...
For the interest behind the sin
they could never pin,
and the intent behind the act
could never be proved as fact.
For every lie you've told,
there's a thousand more truths to be said;
though I'd hate to disparage
the evil in your heart that needs to be fed.
 

Remove one face
before putting on the next,
specifically catered
to each victim's unknowing request.
Own, or be owned,
submit or dominate;
my words and emotions
you live to berate.
What irony, you see,
he who fears snakes
is the biggest one of all.
Slither to your death; now fall.
 

Ask for my hand; the question,
then harbor the answer so deep within.
Anti-monogamist; tell not one soul
for petty fear of judgmental chagrin.
It plays true to the reason you asked
like those chords on your guitar you knew so well.
That "I love you" came just a little too fast,
but you knew it'd spin me into such an igneous hell.
Don't delude yourself into thinking
you've done anything for me,
you: distastefully detached from reality,
but not enough so to fool me.

 
Secrets scattered,
cat's out of the bag
and we're all out of fun;
you're done. 
With me, anyway.
You no longer have a clutch
on my heart and emotions,
I have a say in that much.
Tell me, which one of your exes
should I look like now?
Since how I come isn't good enough,
I've figured that much out.

 
A single punch to the face
to shove you out of my mind,
another step closer
to leaving horrible memories behind.
So hold your tongue for a moment
and let me speak for a moment,
my soul; you no longer own it,
keep your makeup on and do your last bit.
There is no uncertainty where your loyalties lie;
and no doubt you'll find another psyche to infest.
Gather all the living beings you've attempted to destroy:
"Please spare me," will be your dying bequest.

 
Disappear,
like a dead spirit in the wind;
yours withers to grey
each time you sin.
So far gone, no fight left to win
like a mind on black tar heroin:
the stench is unbecoming,
almost impossible to breath in.
The deeper the pain,
the harsher the blame.
Time for the pity party to congregate,
how you love it when they say your name...
 

The more evil the act that you commit,
the more pride you sit
in; the worse the deed,
the greener your eyes turn with greed.
Leave me, you despicable virus,
leeching onto me,
ridding me of any hope I had left;
stealing my last bit of happiness.
You silently creep into my nightmares,
but your eyes will never be worthy
to dissolve their very being
into the paper on which these words are seen.


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