Perfect Drug: A Poetry Collection by Melanie smother. it is on nights like these that i hunger for the smoke that curls around me, like a warm blanket that slowly smothers me to death. addicted. Abducted; vanished into the hours before dawn. Bound by invisible chains, taunted by whispers, blinded by smoke. A captive of the night, with sunrise long overdue. Damned, by choice-- A slave to addiction. consumption. Emptiness is slowly consuming me, from the inside out. And there is no escape from this oblivion. I was, after all, the one who invited this consumption inside with open arms. crystal muse I hunger for your (lack of) taste upon my tongue, and the inspiration you bestow upon me. You are my muse, filling me with a myriad of ideas. But, it is only a short time before you leave me, weak and weary, hungering for more of your crystal clear creativity to fill my lungs. the perfect drug you were the perfect drug. choking me with emptiness that somehow made me feel whole. filling me with nothingness, that made me feel complete. you were the perfect drug. until i exhaled. « BACK |