My heart beats softer now,
the blood floating heavy through my veins.
The tempest screams, screams in watercolor,
and the golden curls of the pacifist bob gently,
in exaggerated movements but slower than normal.
All of it is muted.
My responses are similar, Im sure,
but less pointed, less poignant,
and sometimes they dont even leave my raw throat.
Its the drug, I know, and I hate it and want more at the same time.
My eyelids are heavy
but the pounding has slowed and the edge is gone
.
drifted into watercolor screams, which could last all night,
floating softly around my mind.














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xo!
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"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
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"We were around Barstow when the drugs begin to take hold."
RAUL DUKE- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
--
"Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." Bukowski
--
"We were around Barstow when the drugs begin to take hold."
RAUL DUKE- Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
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