Thin Ice

Skating on a rift
A fine line between
hallucination, pain
and party
Lost in an array of
consuming moments
physical needs
blind desires

The rush and pull
a whipping boy a slave
to yourself and substance
A hostage to Pervetin
Crystal shards blind
Devour essence
And soul screams out
In agony cast aside
And thrown
Into a pit of
Black vipers

Laughter
guilt
greed…
Interchangeable
middle names
Your true identity has
faded,  some time ago

Electrical nuance enters
your blood stream
In these few moments This
is where you define “Life”…

Chasing
Ghosts
Dragons
down slippery slopes
Only coming
Up for air
To the promise
Of Mr D

Chasing
Ghosts
Dragons
down slippery slopes

Silver refection catches
the taste of fire
Metallic taste buds
Desert tongue
Strange things
Strange thoughts
Secret sexual escapades
that will be taken
to your grave

Cold
numb
empty
Hollow burden
weighing you down
like a concrete blanket
No caffeine
coming down
Harsh
With bullet
Riddled
Eyes

Vying that next tragic hit
Multiple shadows echo
Inside you rushing skull

To lay
in a bed of thieves…
Feral company
Pestilence grows
And spreads
Throughout your
bones
Play Repeat Play
Getting eaten
Alive
Caught in a vile
Poisonous trap
That You
Yourself
Have set
Regret
Forget
Reset
Begin again

Cold Anthems
Knocking on
hollow doors

Faceless exchanges
Nights scouring
Dirty floors

Pieces of pieces
Dust on a finger tip
Chemical flavour
Ecstasy in the moment
A thrill in the promise
The illusion of more
The life of a martyr
Longing to score
It’s been days
Days that have
Bled into weeks
Weeks without
Sleep
Wandering
the street

The city is your address
You live with no home
Translucent body
Chemical radiation
Cradling hallucinations
Building temples to
reach the sky
How long
Have you been
Like this
On your own
Trashing Thrashing
Any semblance
Of normality
Spitting in the eyes
Of the status quo
you throw your demons
at their dreams and ideals

Pasteurized
Homogenized
Sad Sack normality
Those not initiated
Will never
Taste
The lips
Of
God