I Inhale another disease
to feel alone
letting Jesus hang on the bone
and rot in my eyes
Let me follow the cops
to the apocalypse
tasting God in the gelatin
of nuclear ash
A pseudo communion
of darkness and smoke
Let me drown
and go blind
scrape the virus
off my fingernails
and quench the hallucinations
with a splinter
Another tablespoon of tar
numbs the friction
I spin, half frozen in the oblivion
A thousand beautiful suicides
litter the road to revelations
somewhere between a cradle and a coma
and another pretty pill
erases the light,
drowning me in the morphine
Another phobia parasite
consumes the feeling
and I crawl, on top of the world
where I fall, contorted and distorted
until I become a murmur
in the void
Author notes
"You're designer drug won't work for me." -- "Kill Caustic" by AFI
A contest entry
- Prompt Contest. (A) by OhNoChastity.
600 points, ended April 6, 2008, 13 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Mmm. Wonderful job. The metaphors in it are amazing and the slight rhyme slipped in was interesting. I was intrigued, and took the time to read it instead of just letting the words slide over me. It didn't seem forced, and it was your own interpretation of thee quote... which I loved. I was happy to see someone chose this quote, and I love where you took it. The claws of addiction can catch even a person on guard and prepared.
There were a lot of good lines in this, but I'd have to say my favourite is "Scrape the virus off my fingernails." This stood out to me due to the dirty imagery of it, and the truth. Smoking anything, nicotine or marijuana, crack or opium, can stain. Yet, it means so much more (at least to me) than the honesty of the statement.
Thank you for entering, and sorry for the late reply. I wanted to wait and comment on all the poems at once in order to truly decide which one I preferred.
Good luck.
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