Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Poem: Flesh

The beast has locked onto me
I can hear it breathing down my neck
Its’ footsteps are right behind me
Will it ever get off my back?

It pursues me always, never lets me alone
Everywhere I turn it is there
Looking me in the face
Waiting for me

This addiction I can’t seem to beat
A weight to great for me
It gnaws at my flesh
Eating at my soul

I need another injection
Pierce the flesh and feel the rush
I feel it come over me
The world is spinning

The beast slowly biting into my soul
His teeth are buried deep
Jaws locked, will not release me
The pain hurts, but yet feels good

Slowly dying, withering away
The addiction destroying my flesh
Overriding my soul
The beast will not leave

The beast on my back
The soul too broken to stand
The flesh too soft to fight

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