Friday, June 4, 2010

Ecstasy (Poem)




popping pills like packaged miracles
stop the screams from getting hysterical
mouth open wide; inhale another
watch, as the pretty colours twist and twirl

swallowing illusions
trapped in one's mind
believing the oldest lies
makes it easier to deny

because ecstasy's temporary,
emptiness; an eternity.


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