in the chaos
of this premature life
night only begins to reveal
midnight talks
doing lines and
whispering obscenities
darkness may prevail
over reality
but not in intoxication
blowing rails
and mirage haze
bleeding raw restraint
dreams end in black
amid polyester sin
through copper shots
taking in each one
laced with ecstasy
and falling to disgrace
but loving every second
A contest entry
- just enter. by Trinsa.
420 points, ended June 7, 2008, 25 entries
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