Waiting for a dream
to take me away.
Insomnia, can never sleep.
So I induce and fade.
No dreams; just heavy; peaceful; black; abyss.
The only moments I have become serene,
is when the needle lay
Into my skin; peircing my veins; push back blood; rapid seep.
Every nodding moment; so jaded.
Submission; I let my heroin caress
the pain into bittersweet
numbness.
I close my eyes
and take off.
Forget the chronic hurt
that beats me in defeat.
With every moment I miss
I buried with lies; my delusional demise.
Yet when she gets ready to leave; to take off;-
anxiety and misery alert.
Suffering through the insanity,
the struggle is well-known.
Wanting so badly to change it
but do not know where to start.
So I just keep it in the back of my head.
Unaware of what it is doing to me.
Where my better half has thrown
the lesser part of me; garbage pit.
It is time for you and I to part; shattered heart.
A proper goodbye; I pulled her into my arms and into my bed.
Butterflies, my beauty's tingling rush
takes over.
The feeling she gives me
Instant; epic; euphoric; tragic; love
I can not force myself to say goodbye.
The moment I grabbed her I was smittened and blush.
The pot of gold at the end of my rainbow, my lady luck, my four leaf clover.
Within an instance my luck could be snatched away.
However she is so smooth, I do not realize she is suffocating me.
In that morbid moment, I let go of all that terror towering above.
Higher and higher; She makes me fly.
I get tethered in the dark matter in deep space.
My mind; my soul; my energy leaves
and birth a star.
Above finally shinning, what is left behind? An empty shell.
The body I bruised and abused for many years.
I could have only change my perspective; my pace.
Maybe, If I would have realize the very thing I love and adore, has been killing me.
Then, maybe; it would have never gotten that far.
However, living was my punishment, my hell.
Only in death, was I released of my darkest fears.
"What a wasted beauty." they say.
Others say, "So much potential has faded and died, today."
Newspapers will read: "Tragic's true love's fatal kiss robbed a woman of eternal bliss."
Goes on to read: "A life that could have changed the world,
but thrown too deep, now broken; tethered; curled.
Her hate; despise; depression
collided with love; silence; addiction a perfect potion was produced and named: 'The Deadly Lesson'.
Now she is gone.
We all know where she went wrong."



© L.C Myers