🔵 By Christopher Petteway. Photo by lauragrafie.
Sharp, Shiny shards –
How you appealed to me –
Altered states of mind –
Dreamlike realities.
Fires of flaming flesh –
Passing; uninhibited –
Failing Satan’s, sinful, test –
Lost in lust: the things I did.
White clouds of mystery –
Each hit of dark Intrigue –
And as I slipped away –
Lost power to believe.
Dissolved Disillusions –
Contained in that syringe –
The mixture so alluring –
My veins welcomed it in.
Countdown to disaster –
Once it reached my heart –
Blood pumping now: much faster –
Explosives do your part!
No morals to maintain –
Animalistic cravings.
Lost my will to refrain –
was my soul worth saving?
The pleasures so intense –
The things I’ve said and done.
Filled with shame and guilt –
all in the name of „fun“…
I’d speak not a word to anyone.
Yet deep down in my heart –
Convicted; to be wrong –
Emptiness ran rampid –
Fear became my, lonely, song.
Caught in a vicious cycle;
Obscene: Lascivious –
A cheat; a whote; a thief –
Hopeless and devious.
Now I’m locked away –
I know „I“ should be dead.
No longer am I blowing
white clouds from my, wired, head.
Satan planned to curse me –
To usher me to hell –
But in God’s light –
All things made right –
His Love; For „Me“ prevailed!