The child slips away,
His small frame disappearing,
Disappearing into the blanket of darkness,
Away from "Light",
Away from the afternoons,
Afternoons scented with whiskey,
Afternoons of inevitable silence,
Demure was he.
The child slips away,
Away from the "Light",
Away from the nights,
Long hallways filled with his helplessness,
Away from his father's "Love",
Away from the raw leather,
Leather devouring a piece of his soul,
A piece with each loving gesture,
Each gesture of his father.
The child slips away,
As he steps into a life of freedom,
But oh the serene darkness,
Prurient nature envelopes him,
He finds "Love",
Love yet again,
Love in the cold steel syringe,
Love for the cotton swab,
Love for the strap wrapping his veins,
Love for the ecstasy,
As they acted as an escapism,
Even in his inner conflict,
Oh the poor child,
Lost in life was he.
The child slips away,
Away as the toxins envelope his being,
Fazing his mind,
Intoxicating.
The haunting memories of the past,
The haunting memories paradise to him,
Paradise he felt trapped within,
Even after miles of running,
Away into the darkness,
Closer to his crimson doom.
The child drowned away,
Away in heroin,
Away in doses of fentanyl,
Lines of his fate,
Fate chopped as cocaine before him,
His doom,
Was his very own paradise.
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
