Track marks and trains

[PureLife]

My scissor hands can't quite understand
why they're cutting away all your dreams
everything seems so
so
real

But these scissor hands man, they keep on fucking dancing
all night long.
Up and down.
Blue with red
My veins are the perfect specimen
never to be rejected
for that perfect hit
my favorite injection


As i sink and my eyes close
I wonder, no i see
how the world turns
stripped of its ugly, fucking clothes
don't censor me
whats the point?
a needle in my arm, please take note
safe injection doesn't exist
fucking with street dope
is like finding money in the mist.

 

[New]

A tale of woe that seen as it happens...poignant.

 

[fatallyflawed]

snaps

 

[Jabberwocky]

i really enjoyed this piece i would have however loved to see the scissors hand metaphor carried throughout the poem for continuity. It has so much real and imaginary imagery to play with. Thanks sharing this.