The Spectre

What is this confusion you live by…
Such high standards of discord
Hysterical, psychotic patterns of woven drama.
Addicted to low self esteem.
You drag yourself through dark murky corners…
Your temple has crumpled
Your walls collapsed.
What was once your crown is hidden,
Amongst the pile of dust covered memorabilia.
No Alice in Wonderland dreams…
Only maggot infested compiled nightmares.

I look at you sitting there…
Twisted in your spectre existence.
Frail, emaciated, veiled eyes that no longer see me.
You are sure only of impending suffering
I ask myself….
So you think, this is OK?
Is this where you imagined yourself
A semblance of a once bright young woman
A woman once filled with dreams of a future.
I feel your pain..
I see your sorrow…
I’ve cried your shame.
So……Now…..Who cares?

The Spectre

lilyblu

Pompano Beach, United States

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Drugs and alchohol have taken away many people in my past and continues to without prejudice. It breaks my heart and this is what i think of when i remember those gone and the others who refuse to listen because they simply believe its ok.

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