The Driller

[lenses]

This is a poem about my amphetamine addiction, written during...

The Driller

slowly, slowly,building strength
the driller lives inside my face
when i am broken,poor and down
the driller emerges, destroying towns

beats of three, beats of four
all he wants is a little more
drilling,drilling,into my skull
never happy,never full

varying pitch, varying tone
the driller drills into the bone
a million years in a lake of locusts
there is nothing left, there is no focus

rainbow static,in the dark
tearing into,heres the mark
black rows,of light
turning, turning, white
what have i become?
I will win this fight

seventeen years, lost in my head
i am hungry, i have not been fed
still i am blooming, a forgotten weed
but i am beautiful, i will rise in heed

you have forgotten about this plant
i am wonderful, to those who can't
a weed to most, a rose to few
here i sit, amonst the pew

there is solace, i go to seed
i am here to help,those in need
love wins, i will feed
we have won, we will lead!

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[Jabberwocky]

i appreciate the redemptive tones towards the end of the poem. thank you for sharing.