Sudden

I heard a whisper in my sleep,
Felt a touch in my daze.
Somebody played with my hair, and caressed my rosey cheeks.
I struggled to open my weary eyes,
But managed to smirk.
A ghost?
Maybe.
Spiritual Awakening?
Probable.

Blue Pills

I thought this little blue pill was supposed to help,
It did...14 days, but now what?
Is my body consuming it as regular, as "norm"
"I want to be happy" she screamed in silence
She clawed at her own skin,
Searching for a magic pill within.

Could you have been happiness? I fear so, I fear not. But all I know is that,
I couldn't stop.

Fourteen days, blue little pills, zombie was made, for their thrill.

Taste of Illness

Wrecked in illness, drenched in temptation
Body screaming for lustuous virtue.
Close my eyes, I can feel your finger tips between my thighs.
Eyes open, and you're gone.
Close again, you're back my friend.
Dancing hand in hand, one with the wind.
I know you feel me, through our energy,
Undeniably fatal.
Would you kiss me? Hold, or miss me?
Would you see me, and walk the other way?
How would it end? This treacherous venom...
My teeth sink into your supple skin,
Your blood is all I taste.

Dizzy, Drunk & Delerious

I wanna pour tequila down your throat ,
Remind you why we are lovers.
Make you dizzy, drunk and delerious off of my love.
My passion's undeniable, as I kiss around your waist.
Distance couldn't make me forget, how sweet your innocence tastes.
Let's pick a destination, and buy one way tickets for ourselves,
We don't have to tell a soul, it's our business, no one else's.
So you grab the Patron, and I'll be there dressed in lace...
Remind you why we're lovers, I'll make your poor heart race.

Flatlined and "Sane"

Drenched
Wretched and drenched in emotionless
Emotions.

Want to scream, want to laugh, want to cry-
but caged.
But... content.

Is this normal?
To accept the unaccepted?
To retrieve peace in such a short amount of time?
To regain... "sanity"
(which feels so insane to me)

I feel more sane when I'm lost, when I'm crying, when I am anxious
Than when I am ... flatlined

...^...^....^..............^........................................

Horns

You may only see my halo,
but my darling I hate to say,
that the only way it's staying up is by my jagged horns.
In all good, there is some evil
Evil, I can't explain.
But fear itself is my enemy, while anxiety remains
My friend where have you been?
Through thick, and tidal thins
Engulfed in treacherous waves of sin- with me and you,
and You with Him.

We pray to the unknown- the universe, for her peace
When the reality is my dear- that we can only reach
Serenity upon request of a soul's reckoning.

Wrecked on the seashore of hope,
I gaze at the stars and see -
The north star is calling me her way,
Is it only a matter of days?
We all know days become years, and years become tears...
and tears...
Well they are just salt water floods of emotions from the gates of our hearts.

My wings have been clipped,
Or frayed,
Or torn
On my fall down to earth.
Which is my hell.

But my halo remains,
Perched on my horns.

Prozac

Chest caving in,
Tears crashing down,
Salty waves .
Here we go again

Breathing fast,
Deeply
Can't
Catch it.
Gasp

Tight spaces
Blurred vision
Nails digging,
Hair pulling

Choking

Collapse.

Euphoria,
Even just for a moment.
Day two,
Caged and trying to break free...
Yearning for freedom.
Chain free, from myself.

Medicated,
An option tried, an option refused,
And now...
Medicated again
Prozac.
"No side effects, just happy, just...Normal"
She said.

Pop
Day One- sleepy, yet calm, numb... Yeah, numb.
Day Two- euphoric, but baseline, not manic like usual... Still calm, just being... Anxiety in the afternoon, clarity in the evening.

Day Three- we will see


Zen.
Is it possible a little blue pill provides it?