Screaming
At The Walls
By Anon
ref:
Jan 00 Heroinsight
It's
escapism at its best, it's a vision, it's a dream,
makes you high, makes you fly, makes you shiver, makes
you scream.
It's
a dreamtime during day, it's a nightmare at its loudest,
a fawn at its shyest, and a lion at its proudest.
I'm yelling at a whisper, seeing vision, myth and
lore, my skin a sheen of sweat, every cell crying
out for more.
I
need more, more, more, it's my food, my air, my drink,
into this deepest dungeon, I cannot help but sink.
I
am crying out in pain, every muscle in me craves,
this washing over of addiction in agonising waves.
I am king, I am pauper, I am beggar, I am thief, look
only at the surface, for I've lost what lies beneath.
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