This world is bright, vivid and full of colors
where everyone is alive and seem dead.
But every night for a few seconds
I vanish from this universe,
and visit another planet.
A little joy every night.
This world is dark, dull and grey
where everyone is torpid and happy.
Every night I secretly rose
on the back of Morphine.
Everynight I am a little ecstatic
away from woes.
But this world is surreal and does not last
because I leave too fast
even though I want to stay.
And I find myself awake,
with a tourniquet around my arm,
and a needle in my hand.
And I see burnt paper, stubs,
fancy bottles and drips of my blood.
Then I throw the syringe away
and it clinks against its sisters.
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The shark
PoetryThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.