Papaverium
Bluelighter
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I wrote this last night.. it's a poem addressed to my IV addiction.
Most of my poetry is about my opioid addiction. But it's been ages since I've had the motivation to write anything. Methadone had totally killed my creativity, but now that I'm down to only 40mgs ive had another relapse (once again, the cycle continues), and all of a sudden had the creativity to actually get some words out. So here it is:
~Every time I feel I'm in the clear,
you rear your beautiful ugly head.
An eye like glass, piercing my soul.
Death is a whisper you want me to know,
but I rattle my brain in a sad attempt
to escape your comforting stranglehold.
You make me feel alright for now,
but the illusion quickly fades.
A loving touch, that flaming kiss under my skin.
I'm fighting a battle that I surely won't win.
It seems no matter damn how hard I try,
I still let you sneak back into my life.
I just wish I could compromise,
but you lie, and I feel so helpless inside.
I'm under your spell, you control my life.
Yet I still know deep down, that I can live again.
Not gonna give up.... but dammit, do I ever I keep on giving in!
Your pull is too strong for me now, I must say.
But this isn't the last of me you'll ever see.
I'm gonna break free.
I'm gonna fuckin' break free...~
Most of my poetry is about my opioid addiction. But it's been ages since I've had the motivation to write anything. Methadone had totally killed my creativity, but now that I'm down to only 40mgs ive had another relapse (once again, the cycle continues), and all of a sudden had the creativity to actually get some words out. So here it is:
~Every time I feel I'm in the clear,
you rear your beautiful ugly head.
An eye like glass, piercing my soul.
Death is a whisper you want me to know,
but I rattle my brain in a sad attempt
to escape your comforting stranglehold.
You make me feel alright for now,
but the illusion quickly fades.
A loving touch, that flaming kiss under my skin.
I'm fighting a battle that I surely won't win.
It seems no matter damn how hard I try,
I still let you sneak back into my life.
I just wish I could compromise,
but you lie, and I feel so helpless inside.
I'm under your spell, you control my life.
Yet I still know deep down, that I can live again.
Not gonna give up.... but dammit, do I ever I keep on giving in!
Your pull is too strong for me now, I must say.
But this isn't the last of me you'll ever see.
I'm gonna break free.
I'm gonna fuckin' break free...~