Harmless Death

Never have I,
Sipped anything stronger that a glass,
Of rich,
Dark,
Wine.

But what if,
I,
Want to,
Wake up,
Drunk,
For the rest,
Of my miserable,
Days.

Maybe after my blood,
Has turned to alchohol,
I will be able to eat,
And maybe,
Even,
See,
The people,
I hold close,
In my heart.

I would drink to forget life,
And remember them.

This is why I don't,
Smoke.

My life would me that,
40 seconds,
Of painless,
Drifting.

Hooked.

Somehow drinks seem,
So...
Harmless,
Even though I should know that this,
Is a lie.

I should know,
This the best.

So as my body,
And mind,
Crumbles,
Wilts,
And decays,
Please raise a parting glass,
Of wine for me.

Walking Alone

Empty,

Deserted streets,

Except for a few late night drunks.

Flashbacks,

A new nightmare,

Screaming,

Yelled cursing,

Glass shattered.

I refused,

I chose to break their trust,

And for that,

I walk alone.

I kick a poor stone,

Unfortunate enough to be in my path,

It now resides in the gutter.

Tears fall from my eyes,

I refused,

The words repeating in my head,

I refused,

I said no,

I said no.

I finally had friends,

They were not what I expected,

A hideous demon,

Behind a seductive mask.

Smoke filled the air,

Laughter,

Drugs in every corner,

Everywhere,

Everything,

And I refused.

Bound,

Arms and legs,

Forcing me into a high,

Making me pay for my ‘mistake’

First screaming,

Now reduced to a whimper,

They laughed in my face.

No one came.

Flashing lights,

Pounding on the door,

Spitting on my face on the way out,

Why,

Why did they do this to me?

Oh yeah,

I was the ‘traitor’

Standing on trembling legs,

I walked away,

So here I am,

A proud high loner,

And never again,

Will I allow the monster,

To enter me.

Friendly Stars

Dear friend,


Last night,
I cornered a thought,
Of betrayl.

As I whispered past,
My mothers room,
To see the stars,
I relized,
That I didn't see her as a mother,
Or even as a friend.

The questions I pondered,
As I stared at the stars,
Through a blury glass door,
Made me grieve.

Tears streamed down my face,
When I asked why this was.

But of course,
The constellations had no answer,
For these questions.

So as I drowned myself to sleep,
I reflected life.

Plastic Lock

Once,
In a house,
I found a little chest.

It was fairly small,
No bigger than the palm of my hand,
Not large enough to hold many,
If any treasures,
Yet there was a little plastic,
Lock.

Thinking nothing of it,
I shoved it into my pocket,
And went on with my exploring.

On the walk home,
I took it out,
Cradled it in my hands,
And let my mind free.

When I did this,
Many ideas of what,
Was in the chest came to me.

Perhaps it was a lucky coin,
An old man found on his travels.

Or a shell,
A pregnant woman found on the beach.

Maybe even a bullet,
From World War II.

These are the things that came to mind,
As I sat,
With a pair of plyers,
I knew,
That I would not open it.

It was a chest of memories,
And secrets,
That were not mine.

 The next day,
I returned it to the bare room,
In that house,
And before I left,
I took a picture,
Of the small,
Chest,
With a plastic lock.