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A Bottle of Pills
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Drugs My rating for this poem: ***
(*-pure crap, **-Not so Great, ***-Farely decent, ****- Excellent, *****- Outstanding)
Life drags on, my spirit soars
Harlot of Babylon, deadly whore
When I seek, I cannot find
Within the dungeon of my mind
An untouchable paranoia lurks within
And though I try, I not but sin
An endless ravine of sorrow rages
Free my thoughts from scarlet cages
Down in this hole is so alone
My life's song, a deadly tone
The unknown haunting plagues my mind
Drown my sorrow in plasma wine
A good friend, is the bottle of pills
Set the vacant hole to fill
And my mind only begins to shrill
On a mount of sorrow’s rolling hills
Symmetrical stature of sorrow’s void
My brain cells all but unemployed
To fight the pain that’s oh so sheer
I’ll need another case of beer
Full of never ending lies
Is my life, that I despise
I wish that I could only die
Set my spirit free to fly
Don’t cry for me mother, as I lay on the floor
Somehow, I’m happier than before
Lost my life, but not my soul
In a game of death, the dice do roll…
As I gaze empty, to flowing skies
Wipe the tears that you may cry
The bottle lies empty, wrought my end
But there was nothing, you could defend
Now I’m empty, where to begin
But the pills were just another friend…
Like a raven, oh so harsh
Was my life that was so sparse
The empty dime-bag sings my song
Of my life, went oh so wrong
Shed no tears for me, my dear
May seem far, but I am near
All the while, I’m watching you
Even though my time is through
Ticks the clock upon the wall
Tocks so slowly, ticks so small
Take a pill, it ticks so quick
Take TWO pills, so ends this trick
My life was molded from sorrow’s clay
The mold so rotten and decayed
The crucible bent to terrors design
And so it molds my hollow spine
A good friend, was that old pack of Red’s
They speak my mute voice, now that I’m dead
A dear old pal that shot-glass true
Only helped me make it through
Like lace on the embroidered edge of fear
Velvet seams, upon my tears
Kashmir sighs of sorrow deep
Silken eyes, as eyes do weep
This ghastly robe of cloth so fair
THIS, death’s cape that I now wear
Upon the robe, the blood so red
The garment speaks for me, now I’m dead
Alone in death, my soul descends
I need some pills, some dearest friends
You cannot kill what doesn’t die
But you cannot give the dead new life
Do not cry your tears so vain
Soothe your deep and endless pain
I may be gone, by my own will
But now my vacant hole is filled
Gone…
I am no longer in pain on this earth
Gone…
I can no longer hurt you
Gone…
I shall no longer plague mankind
Gone…
FINALLY, I’ve slain my mind
My eyes are faintly staring back
They still hold that God you lack
They still gaze at mother dear
They still shed one lonely tear
Hear my words…
And there is gnashing of teeth
And moaning
Sighs of utter rebellious eternity
Pain
It is a cold day in hell
I’d write you a letter if I could
With the return address “Satan’s Dominion”
But no… there is no ink in hell
No quills
No parchment
Yet, my sorrow’s are gone…
One more chance at God
One more…
Hear me, take your last chance
So that I am not burning in vain
As I sit here in my lonely cage
In hell’s cell, eternal rage
The only thing I wish for now
Is one more chance… one somehow
But nay, I don’t, no longer do I ache
No longer do I cry, as my skin doth bake
No longer do I lament my heart’s confines
No longer can I feel my empty spine…
Ah, but alas… I feel no more pain
No more sorrow, no more shame
Hear me now, hear my shrills
I owe it all to a bottle of pills
