I am conditioned to your destructive methods.
Submissive to how you construct your weapons.
Your words=A corruptive message,
Erupted brain chemicals,
inhibited language,
forced to return for seconds.
It’s reckless,
But I’m breathless…
Tremors
Hot Showers
Shaky Legs
And sweaty palms.
I
Shiver
Plot hours
Making Bed,
With Steady Calm.
Let’s
Dismember
Chopped Flowers,
Scrapping shreds
From readied bongs.
It
Delivers
Shots powered,
From craving meds
Of deadly psalms.
Your voice is a reflection of songs too heavy and too long.
Melodies are tracing memories, lacing situations with Déjà vu.
Reminiscing on chasing remedies, trying to forget you, but fail on the days I do.
Eternal enemies, chemically bound to lust, forever embedded in the ways I grew,
Mimicked energy, reflecting perfection, ceasing to be amazed by you.
Choke me with euphoria, strangle my throat so my lungs can give oxygen a two-week notice.
Make my body jealous, convince my brain that you are all I need to keep focus.
Until I’m over dosing,
On feelings exiled from being spoken,
My soul is open.
Spirits recognize my vulnerability to be chosen,
I know this,
But,
All that matters is freezing the perception of time for this moment,
This feeling is ferocious.
Leaving me stricken for days, lost, and hopeless,
I have no control over my indulging.
It’s lethally atrocious
and I fully submit everything in order to maintain a lethal dosage.
I don’t know where I’m going.
I just know the link between man and God has been broken,
Judgment in motion.
Worried?
Nah
everything about my well-being is completely frozen.
I’m golden.
Fully immersed in a forbidden segment of my mind’s component,
What’s all the commotion?
Who would have known that you can access the Garden of Eden from the mind’s emotion.
It’s that potent.
Poetry 