Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
your habit makes me look that guy over there
who's asking that poor sucker
how to crush up his e pill and rail drugs
for the very first time in his life.
The desperation in his need to justify his indulgence
is like watching a childhood friend get raped
by whoever happens to be that one person*
behind the worst experience of your life...so far.
~
the first time I spoke with you
was not out of desire,
nor was I drawn to your beauty.
To be blunt, which sometimes gets confused with being rude...
I spoke with you merely because you were there.
During the times that were most plain and boring,
you were freshfaced and eager.
Maybe you were being polite and accomodating.
you're so accomodating now,
as you lay back in the pleasure-enduced coma
that substitutes for the mess and chaos that is your life.
once a person with whom I shared,
now you become a shining example
of everything that makes me sick,
and causes me to lose faith in society,
albeit western or global.
It's like you've plugged your emotional guitar
and started playing your crypto-dependency blues
for anyone who'll be your audience,
perhaps...quick to give you praise.
But I've heard this before.
I've seen the E! true hollywood story
on the jealousy, the lies, the sex.
It falls together like a Shakespearian tragedy
but instead of a pile of dead bodies at the end,
we just have a bunch of addicts
chasing whatever it is that makes us high.
Anti-depressants, opiates, adoration...
it's all for the same reaction.
And we're always sick for it.
~
So, now, I'm going to go over there, and tell that spazcase to use a pair of spoons to crush that pill of E.
Why?
There are many reasons, but I'll tell you it's because I don't want to hear him yelling about his mighty crossover from swallowing drugs to snorting them.
Even across the party, I can hear the cries of that poor soul he's managed to suck in. If I were the subject of sophmoric desperate rantings about the moral dilemma of snorting E, I would expect you to save me as well.
Now, if you excuse me,
I have to ruin someone's life.
*mom, dad, or even better, YOURSELF.
who's asking that poor sucker
how to crush up his e pill and rail drugs
for the very first time in his life.
The desperation in his need to justify his indulgence
is like watching a childhood friend get raped
by whoever happens to be that one person*
behind the worst experience of your life...so far.
~
the first time I spoke with you
was not out of desire,
nor was I drawn to your beauty.
To be blunt, which sometimes gets confused with being rude...
I spoke with you merely because you were there.
During the times that were most plain and boring,
you were freshfaced and eager.
Maybe you were being polite and accomodating.
you're so accomodating now,
as you lay back in the pleasure-enduced coma
that substitutes for the mess and chaos that is your life.
once a person with whom I shared,
now you become a shining example
of everything that makes me sick,
and causes me to lose faith in society,
albeit western or global.
It's like you've plugged your emotional guitar
and started playing your crypto-dependency blues
for anyone who'll be your audience,
perhaps...quick to give you praise.
But I've heard this before.
I've seen the E! true hollywood story
on the jealousy, the lies, the sex.
It falls together like a Shakespearian tragedy
but instead of a pile of dead bodies at the end,
we just have a bunch of addicts
chasing whatever it is that makes us high.
Anti-depressants, opiates, adoration...
it's all for the same reaction.
And we're always sick for it.
~
So, now, I'm going to go over there, and tell that spazcase to use a pair of spoons to crush that pill of E.
Why?
There are many reasons, but I'll tell you it's because I don't want to hear him yelling about his mighty crossover from swallowing drugs to snorting them.
Even across the party, I can hear the cries of that poor soul he's managed to suck in. If I were the subject of sophmoric desperate rantings about the moral dilemma of snorting E, I would expect you to save me as well.
Now, if you excuse me,
I have to ruin someone's life.
*mom, dad, or even better, YOURSELF.
you know i LOOOOOVE the way you write :D