You can feel it crawl across your skin,
anticipating the stimulation,
shivering with trepidation
until it pierces through you.
Disguised as spiritual release,
it’s really nailing you down,
you let it hammer itself through
that precious part of you
and stake you to the ground.
It’s just a temporary twitch,
it’s going to all be over soon.
You’re going to get your every wish.
You’re going to be over the moon
and you’ll believe in every lie
that the voice is telling you,
because you need to believe
you haven’t lost your mind;
I’m afraid you’ll find, it’s true.
All life’s little disappointments
gave you the need
opened you up,
so they could do as they please
and now you’re addicted
to being let down,
so used to abuse,
you’ll fucking beg for it now.
It’s like fingertips along your spine
and running through your hair,
the breath upon your neck,
you think you know what’s next,
you think that you’re prepared.
You’re a disposable syringe;
use once and destroy.
Just a little pinch,
a little binge,
then it’s over;
close your eyes and feel the void.
Who let them make you
their little drug doll?
never really mattered at all.
Trapped in the space behind your eyes
trying to get out.
So easily appeased,
the need is to feed;
dying for the down.
HG – 2016
2 thoughts on “Disposable Syringe”
This is so powerful. I love it. I can relate so much, great job!
Thank you for reading it, and commenting! Unfortunately, there are a lot more like this in my collection called “The Malcontent”. It is a category on my page.