the wheel turns
One of the main things I have always regretted is never developing a heroin habit. Pure carnal, animalistic hunger and need, when other concerns are rendered impotent and secondary. Addiction teaches you a lot about yourself and what you are prepared to sacrifice to feed that egocentric craving. Its simple. Its base.
I can feel each minute crawl by which feels as acid dripping down my spine. I can feel the ice form over from within as the shards cut me from the inside out. Sometimes the images cascade past in a tumultuous cavalcade that fails to elicit a response. Surely this should resonate with some meaning, surely this has to connect somewhere. Synapses fire blankly, eyelids flutter then shut tight. Lifted to the lips then with a kiss is set free on its inexorable path. The fires burn cold and I think there was a time when this process caused a kind of pain, but the nerves are shot, whatever was organic is now mechanical, insectile and jerky in its movement, its hunger. Fires forge, and fires quenched this is necessary and undeniable, but will the new face be recognisable beneath the blood and the ashes.
There is something inside me clawing to get out, the silent scream is building to a tempest and I think I like it.
I can feel each minute crawl by which feels as acid dripping down my spine. I can feel the ice form over from within as the shards cut me from the inside out. Sometimes the images cascade past in a tumultuous cavalcade that fails to elicit a response. Surely this should resonate with some meaning, surely this has to connect somewhere. Synapses fire blankly, eyelids flutter then shut tight. Lifted to the lips then with a kiss is set free on its inexorable path. The fires burn cold and I think there was a time when this process caused a kind of pain, but the nerves are shot, whatever was organic is now mechanical, insectile and jerky in its movement, its hunger. Fires forge, and fires quenched this is necessary and undeniable, but will the new face be recognisable beneath the blood and the ashes.
There is something inside me clawing to get out, the silent scream is building to a tempest and I think I like it.