Opium Kiss
January 1, 2012
A pain
Felt deep
In the brain
A want
Made to
Simply haunt
Every thought
Just needed
To get caught
chasing the rabbit
His dirty
Dark habit
Feeling good
Like a needle
Hole should.
As it drips
His mind
It slips
Into a dream
Of men and rodents
Not all as it seems.
Eyes half shut
Brain half full
What cheap cut
Another prick
All he wants
But it makes him sick.
Silence felt
Not heard
Nor smelled.
An amazing nothing
Where once
He had something.