Sex and drugs and guns and toys
the world is
so
terribly
monotonous
I swear there’s
no
mystery
in mass consumption
no majesty
in codeine, morphine and e
pills,
tylenol 3, amphetamine thrills
spilling
guts
gutting out souls until
the mould
erodes
homes
and
bones
full of kidney stones, is that why they call it
special K?
they’re moaning
on a bar stool
“I’ll
have the addict”
one part aggression, one part self-loathing
[goes great with vodka]
I don’t hate the
people
but
I
hate the most seductive nemesis
the chemical lovers
they die
for
selling parts of themselves like
hardware stores
there
isn’t
much
left in the aisles anymore
my lips become dry and forlorn as
I
look at
them
because I bet
that
the parts of them
they sold were very beautiful
to behold
and
I
wonder…
If I look hard enough at the shell
then
maybe,
just maybe,
I’ll be able to see what was
once
inside.
Comments
You will indeed. It is easy to look past all that when you are looking for the true spirit in someone
A perfectly crafted work Dominic
thanks so much! and it’s true. sometimes it takes the Spirit of God to find the good in people, because even if we can’t see it, He knows. He knows what He made and He will find it. God bless you darling :> may you feel Him near you today
– DominicSavio