Heroin Blindness

Your hand goes blind

I can’t find it there

It shattered to pieces, but where?

Emotions of the street

Your eyes melting in the heat

My face falls away

Into the water

Built by the flames of yesterday

While your transister seeths from the balcony

The bible of earwigs crawls

The snake curls around your mind

Squeezing out excess roots

While trumpets sing from the mountian

The field opens before you

Please leave the snakes behind

Rememberance of times of the future

Where your face grew blackened

And the ants ate the skin

From your weeping broken armory

Where the dreams of green were kept.

Categorized as poetic

By QuietFairWarning

Russian Roulet- My favourite game. Death- my favourite state of being. Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.