Spoil the Innocent

Story: I have a friend--very good friend--whom, after leaving the family turned to Meth for the answers... This poem is for her.

Warning: Mature content involved...


Spoil the Innocent

The dark spectrums of black and red
Clash luminously with your pale skin—
Under this light you look like those
Terrors you told me of last night
As you shook beside the fire,
And contemplated why you saw
Just another brick in the wall.

Its so dark here you can taste it,
Can feel the bugs before your stoned,
They crawl along your legs and arms
As freely as your Buddha charms
Kneel on the knob of every door.
Yet, for all your talk of knowing,
Where are your sought Nirvanas?

In tiny spills of little pills
You have found your peace at last;
“Eat me, drink me—this ride’s gone once—
Watch now, Alice, here’s Wonderland!”
And Jimmy plays with placid rage—
As these pills roll down your throat,
Search for your stairs to heaven.

But does the stillborn child feel
The fire you make him ingest:
One cheap delight to dull the fright,
With the knowledge of all that’s wrong?
So, with a sigh, you swallow flames—
And while your brain boils slow
Your innards freeze as cold as ice.

Yet nothing matters as you search
For your once beheld innocence;
Let fire come, let passion burn—
Its over now, its over now.
With your dinner thrown on the floor
You reach for pills through the vomit
And will start it once again.