Slightly Less Than Dead

[TheTwighlight]

Slightly Less Than Dead

I stumbled on a rotten seed, a lover of exotic breed. In truth, I felt inclined to flee, but 'tis my nature to proceed. I felt so blessed that I should meet a friend I knew would never leave. A mentor that I knew would teach. The priest of all disasterous creed. I offered it my only key, in hopes I'd never get it back. Fulfilled desire, every need; the sound decision that I lack.

An abstract concept seemed so clear: that I'm around, but never here. My ignorance I'd never sell; I have the choice but I can't tell. A dark obsession, all I had. A happy place that makes me sad. An antique on a broken shelf. A glitch between the mind and self. This empty feeling, so complete, convinced me with pathetic ease. A labyrinth of such conceit that no one ever followed me.

It lied. It said, "You must be fed. There's nothing left, so die instead."

 

[(Wordy)]

I like the way you rhyme in prose.

And I love this part:

A happy place that makes me sad. An antique on a broken shelf. A glitch between the mind and self. This empty feeling, so complete, convinced me with pathetic ease. A labyrinth of such conceit that no one ever followed me.

 

[Raz]

Reading this makes me feel uncomfortable...which is not to say I don't like it; you have succeeded in creating an atmosphere of unease.

Also, I agree with Wordy about the rhyming prose...something like that is hard to pull off and you did it.

 

[TheTwighlight]

Thank you...I would hope that it makes people uncomfortable. This is about my now-conquered methamphetamine addiction. I really appreciate what you guys have said. I'm trying, and it's been about 1 year exactly since I last touched meth. And the rhyming, well, I did it that way not because it was easy, but I thought that it somewhat displayed the rushed methed-out jibber-jabber that you hear around tweekers. I mean, since the rhyming is simple, I suppose I could just spit this thing out in a few seconds if needed...