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white knuckle
Contributed by
simonwrite
on
Tuesday, 3rd November 2009 @ 08:37:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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What do you want? I ask
shut up! Says the little boy
My inner child often throws tantrums
sometimes there are definitive reasons
Other times not so much
Theres been a monkey on my back ever since I took away the babys bottle
Its got a hand in my side
Stole an organ no doctor could identify
Now theres a hole
nothing that enters stays for long
Coated with rubber and Plexiglas
CONSUME
Eat until its hard to breathe
I am the cold grinning wood chipper
That will eat the last of the rainforest
With gnashing teeth
Smoke until your lungs weep
I am the rusty chimney
That beltches black smoke
to blot out the sun
DESTROY
Burn every bridge youve managed to build around you
Run from your past so fast that with every leap and bound you
Manage to take one step forward and five steps back
I have an infected gut poison leaks into my system
I need something sterile
Something burning
Something to cauterize this wound
Vapors drift up from my liver to my brain
Acupuncture needles pierce my soft swollen lobes
My untouched glands are stained with jack Daniels
But I dont sip the poison anymore
God how I wish I could
Sometimes, at least
My tongue is a sponge
on hot asphalt
I just. Want no need. One drop
But one drop is too many and a thousand is never enough
Ive hit my knees so many times
I have scabs from the rug burn
My lips are raw and chapped bubble gum replacements
CRAP
I just need no want help
Maybe Im crazy
But I think instant gratification comes before the long term
The little boy is crying now why cant you just grow up
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2009-11-03 08:37:27]
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Re: white knuckle
(User Rating: 1 )
by spud on
Monday, 23rd November 2009 @ 04:01:48 AM AEST
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Hi agen,
Fortunately I've never experienced the horrors
of drug addiction - but if this is how an addict
struggles to make sense of himself/herself, then
I thank God and his angels that, at least, in that
corner, I stayed strong.
Well written!
Tommy
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