• Drugs In The System

    The Necropolis of youth,
    progressing through a vision.
    Falling voluptuous to the ecstasy of ones delirium.
    Bodies being tainted, while
    a haze of smoke fills a small decrepit room.
    A room of found pleasures, blacken lungs, tattered bodies, and
    points of injection across ones arm.
    Minds peak, from harassment,
    tortured to see poetic blond hallucination.

    The human epitome of intellect lays stiff,
    frozen as if coagulated blood is flowing within.
    Curiosity guilty to scared
    halogen filled children, whose
    waists are under a flooding syringe, filled with silver death.

    Rehab, captain to supportive guidance,
    torn down, by ignorance and youthful inexperience.

    A crying Mother holds the still lifeless body
    of a small child. Blind to believe that her
    tears will lighten their passage.
    Hatred, anger followed by grief and despair rush within the air,
    pushing upon youth towards realization.

    Self actualization of children hides until rend and lashed out,
    from emotions.

    The Necropolis of Youth,
    follows a progressive rhythm in which death,
    which pulls them to believe.