Delirium
Lips dripping with the wine of the devil
Gray eyes looked to the dimmed sky
now once she was a rebel
now she seeks to die
Vexed at the complexity of her heart
Lucid with tolerance-devouring dreams
She slowly breaks apart
The jewels that she redeemed
A pigment on her skin
a soul that's made of tin
There's a needle in her eye
That leaves her seeing sin
With crumbled hope and vivid dreams
She softly touched an artery
that cried and cried at the smoke that welled
decomposing as she cast her spell
"Lock away my heart, with this cannabis and smoke"
"Feel the looseness of my abused hope"
"One day the God will hear I spoke"
"You've caused this stress, so utterly provoked."
"Lips dripping with the wine of the devil,"
"So delirium awoke."
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Delirium
PoetryA poem about the ripping apart of sanity. Subtle. Solemn. Honest. (Rated M for gore and the mention of drugs.)
