Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

sweet.
enrapture on the tongue
to describe, to prescribe, to imbibe.

one toxic taste and you're waste,
anything to keep your
blurred
world

s p i n n i n g
smashing
thrashing
crashing
allthewaydown.

you have to lose control.
you got to lose control.
youhavetoloseloselosecontrolNOW.
driving down a blacked road
at 1,000 miles per hour
and you can't
STOP. (Not even for those kids? No, not even for the innocents.)

(the higher the better, the lower the deader.)

squeeze your eyes
shut
can't block out these
fireworks-
works of fire, tormenting devils-
of orange and ecstasy and hysteria
and they're beautiful.

and you're a kite
a bluebird
a knotted balloon string
a broken airplane
a something, an anything with wings--
until you come spiraling down
slowly slowly but
all too quickly.

Falling so fast
and never
quite
hitting
hit the
bottom?
so close
reach, reach, but
never ever quite
hitting the bottom.

it's a
nightmare
beneath your ribs
choke chokechokechoke
black blackblackblack
dark darkdarkdarkdark

___________________flatline. Another textbook case.