They cut me open until I collapsed at the blade
And drank my insides for a better life
I am the curse
I am the cure
The iron maiden with rusted swords and daggers
The damsel in distress with poison laced finger tips
I don’t want to be sheltered and horded for your pleasure
Don’t save me
Don’t protect me
Don’t respect me
Don’t you praise me, let me go
If I had my way, and everything went as it should
You wouldn’t find me again
You wouldn’t remember my name
Or know where to get me
The footprints left in the snow are erased by rampant winds
Blustering crowds expunge my path
Overstocked, overpriced, undeveloped showgirls and party boys
They all want to use me
But lose me in the rush and the storm
If you chase me you just might never see me again
If you want me I won’t come
This winter
I’m hiding away from you
Trace my veins with the poison blade
And bleed me into your cups for later use
The stitches rip as I start to pale and bloat
And all that’s holding me together tries to explode and be free
But you come just in time
Just in time to save
Because you can’t live without me
And your selfish raids of my tattered body
Are finally breaking the seams
I’m growing thin and inept and weak
Yet your blade still cuts within my flesh to expel the last of me
But I’m growing useless to you
And it takes more to fill your desire
I’m hopeless, throw me away
Can’t you see I’m no longer a luxury?
But a necessity
And eating ice-cream is not so fun when you absolutely have to indulge
When the empty boxes litter your floors and mock you
Along with a forever frozen brain that you keep sticking out into the cold
This addiction is taking a toll on the both of us
This winter
It’s time to let me go
The snow melts away
But there’s no spring to sprout and pop with rainbow flowers
Everything dies all over again in reverse
Just like you wanted it to
Because you need it to be forever winter
Your body curls along the withered flowers that failed before they were born
And I sleep with your arms wrapped tight around me
Even in death I can’t leave this place
You can still feel me in your veins as your soul twitches and screams
Burning in hell because of what you did to me
And the abuse that led us both here by the ears
You used me
Smoked me
Drank me
Ate me
Purged me
Sniffed me
But now I can’t seem to escape
This winter
I’ll die here by your side
Finally
And drank my insides for a better life
I am the curse
I am the cure
The iron maiden with rusted swords and daggers
The damsel in distress with poison laced finger tips
I don’t want to be sheltered and horded for your pleasure
Don’t save me
Don’t protect me
Don’t respect me
Don’t you praise me, let me go
If I had my way, and everything went as it should
You wouldn’t find me again
You wouldn’t remember my name
Or know where to get me
The footprints left in the snow are erased by rampant winds
Blustering crowds expunge my path
Overstocked, overpriced, undeveloped showgirls and party boys
They all want to use me
But lose me in the rush and the storm
If you chase me you just might never see me again
If you want me I won’t come
This winter
I’m hiding away from you
Trace my veins with the poison blade
And bleed me into your cups for later use
The stitches rip as I start to pale and bloat
And all that’s holding me together tries to explode and be free
But you come just in time
Just in time to save
Because you can’t live without me
And your selfish raids of my tattered body
Are finally breaking the seams
I’m growing thin and inept and weak
Yet your blade still cuts within my flesh to expel the last of me
But I’m growing useless to you
And it takes more to fill your desire
I’m hopeless, throw me away
Can’t you see I’m no longer a luxury?
But a necessity
And eating ice-cream is not so fun when you absolutely have to indulge
When the empty boxes litter your floors and mock you
Along with a forever frozen brain that you keep sticking out into the cold
This addiction is taking a toll on the both of us
This winter
It’s time to let me go
The snow melts away
But there’s no spring to sprout and pop with rainbow flowers
Everything dies all over again in reverse
Just like you wanted it to
Because you need it to be forever winter
Your body curls along the withered flowers that failed before they were born
And I sleep with your arms wrapped tight around me
Even in death I can’t leave this place
You can still feel me in your veins as your soul twitches and screams
Burning in hell because of what you did to me
And the abuse that led us both here by the ears
You used me
Smoked me
Drank me
Ate me
Purged me
Sniffed me
But now I can’t seem to escape
This winter
I’ll die here by your side
Finally
A/N: The poem, if you didn't catch it, was about substance abuse, mainly drug abuse. If you didn't catch that, well, I didn't do my job properly. This is just a rough draft and I know it needs a lot of work. I started writing this spontaneously while watching the last episodes of season two of Skins, around the time when Chris died. The words just flew out onto the computer, and I rather like this poem and don't want to give it up so easily. So, with that said, please help me to make this better.
EDIT: To clear things up a bit, the poem is in the perspective of the drug, not the drug abuser.
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