I'm such a loser, i realise, clean for a week, and yet again, the sharp needle, probing for the bloody vein, my heart bounces fast, in desperation, my soul yells, for redemption, free me from this cage, of selfdestruction, no more laughing demons, as i rush, towards the light. I'm such a loser, everyone tries to help me, i am the bringer of tears, and sadness, once again, i feel alive, by emotions, and perception, but around me, it all fades, the helping hands, the worried faces, it all fades, untill just, a bouncing heart, bounces blood tears, in regret and loss. lets just dream, once more, of how things, could have been.
rambleon, i missed you! Actually, i should be in nature right now, to find myself again, i lost myself in the maze of concrete. i seriously feel like a fool, why can't i just drop the drugs and find something real, i can't believe this urge is strong then me, yet it keeps pulling me. shit man, i'm confused like hell. I'm going to make a fantasy world and make a big portal to it, and take everyone who is tired of this world to it.
Likewise p-lore. I'm glad you're back. if you get that portal up and running, I'm a step behind you walking into it ;p
You've done a nice job capturing the downside of H, but let's be honest. There's an upside, too, or people wouldn't do it. Although I've never tried it, I believe I could control it and not let it take over my life in the manner with which it has done so in your poem. But very powerful ideas and imagery, chief.
