Venomous Veins

Thought I escaped this poison, but it still calls my name

Venom in my veins

ever occupies my brain

Drives me insane,

I try escaping the pain

But memory prevails

and reason’s ship sails

Til my head’s between my tail

I’m eating entrails

Sipping on something similar to human blood

Coagulating in my throat

I spit I cough I choke

Provoked, I rise again

the needle is my pen

As I write my story in tracks again and again

Heroin, my heroine,

my lover and my best friend

Always reliable, that’s undeniable

it didn’t want to let me go

didn’t want me to grow old

Yet I’ve been told,

fortune favors the bold

My fortune just favored screams

Try giving up all your dreams

Try bursting open at the seams

Try becoming a fiend

Picking up lint and crumbs in some foggy dream

Where you feel fucking clean,

Where you can still feel your spleen

Other body parts

the human body and it’s art

Torn apart, limb by limb, and at last the heart

So broken and alone

any warm bed becomes home

Any eyes become a lover

But the eyes of your mother

you must avoid those

Walk the path that you chose

But it is lonely and cold

rotting mold, we grow old

I pray for the lost souls,

Oh how times change,

yet men remain deranged

His claim to fame:

rape and torture and pain

Make bets with the devil,

on hell’s every level

Life is purgatory, the storm is surging

My days spent purging

expelling violence in silence

Throwing up evil thoughts

praying I remain un-caught

A certain significance

a growing ambivalence

Rhetorical questions

perpetual suggestions

My medicine man is a drug dealer

My God is the needle

The altar and shrine:

the cold streets of passing time

I’m just here to unwind

To unwind, and pass the time.