My name is heroine,
I'm the savior of the day.
Shooting through internal walls,
Disintegrating your hopes and dreams.
One sharp prick is all it takes,
A second of pain; an illusion is made.
Smoke rings from cigars
Bring you in and out of awe;
Tripping over chairs, running around cars.
Slowing down, tick tick tick, to a crawl.
Dazzling spirals of color and light
Confuse the brain, as your limbs grow tight
With tension and stress, bringing about panic;
Beginning the trip of a whirlwind addict.
Just another dream of psychedelic proportions.
I'm one of those drugs that gives the world orphans.
I'm the heroine..
YOU ARE READING
This is Me.
PoetryI'm me. You're you. I'm tried, I'm true. This is me. Poetry... It could be a poem about a child with dual personalities, or a poem about sadness, anger, fear, or happiness. Whatever the subject, it's all crammed in here side by side. There's inspira...
