You're poison to my heart,
A panacea to my mind,
A sweet sedition, swollen seduction,
The alcohol bleeding into the pages
Of your Anarchist's Manifesto.
Every man has his addiction.
I see the words smeared above your eyes,
"Death to Pigs" scarlet insanity,
A Helter Sketler nightmarish cry,
Rolling down from the hills of Hollywood.
You taste Manson on your tongue, feel the violence in your veins.
You're poison.
A vision wrought from a cynical mind,
An adolescent's obsession,
Flooding in amphetamines,
Swimming in serialized silence,
Hearing the heroin in quiet, violet veins.
Every man has his addiction.
You're an heir to the throne,
Of the doctors who could tell,
What ailments they suffered,
Before they even knew.
You're an heir to the throne,
Of the men before you,
Who manipulated and mangled
bribed and brokered,
Sold and strangled,
The broken souls of those lost,
In the depths of psychopathy,
In the chasms of the cataclysmic, cancerous human mind.
YOU ARE READING
In My Mind's Eye
PoetryIf life is but a dream, I will never achieve lucidity. #6 in Poetry (2/14/2022) Runner-Up in the Metaphorically Spoken category of the Summer Sun Awards, 2016 Cover by Seth Yurchisin (IG: @sjyurchisin Note that none of th...
