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Array ( [sid] => 127798 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sacred [time] => 2006-11-03 21:05:57 [hometext] => This is probably my favorite piece...I wrote it about a girl I met in rehab. [bodytext] => Fragile veins, needle gashed arms,
horrendous badges upon array.
Every wound a moment in time
in which she’s able to fade away.

Her addiction burns deep inside,
like inflictions of swallowed glass.
Thus, poison she’ll thrust into her veins,
so she can die again at last.

This evil alliance eases the hurt.
Her needs she cannot resist.
It is only when the pain subsides,
that it seems life no longer exists.

Alone she sits in a candle lit room,
the shadows animate the walls.
She hovers a spoon over the flame,
then a sizzle, and again death calls.

Preparing her fix she pulls the plunge,
then a push to bleed out the air.
The needle ready to make its mark,
and assist in containing despair.

A strap is wrapped around her arm,
and then a tap to find a vein.
Soon she’ll find what she’s looking for.
Yes, soon she will feel no pain.

Virtual death is found in this needle,
the needle sets in descending pace.
Knowing she needs it, she injects,
and now the sinner finds her grace.

In parallel she begins to sink.
Her head clears, and images blur.
This savior now extends his arms,
and once again, life sleeps for her. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 318 [topic] => 66 [informant] => TwistedCage [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
Sacred

Contributed by TwistedCage on Friday, 3rd November 2006 @ 09:05:57 PM in AEST
Topic: drugabuse



Fragile veins, needle gashed arms,
horrendous badges upon array.
Every wound a moment in time
in which she’s able to fade away.

Her addiction burns deep inside,
like inflictions of swallowed glass.
Thus, poison she’ll thrust into her veins,
so she can die again at last.

This evil alliance eases the hurt.
Her needs she cannot resist.
It is only when the pain subsides,
that it seems life no longer exists.

Alone she sits in a candle lit room,
the shadows animate the walls.
She hovers a spoon over the flame,
then a sizzle, and again death calls.

Preparing her fix she pulls the plunge,
then a push to bleed out the air.
The needle ready to make its mark,
and assist in containing despair.

A strap is wrapped around her arm,
and then a tap to find a vein.
Soon she’ll find what she’s looking for.
Yes, soon she will feel no pain.

Virtual death is found in this needle,
the needle sets in descending pace.
Knowing she needs it, she injects,
and now the sinner finds her grace.

In parallel she begins to sink.
Her head clears, and images blur.
This savior now extends his arms,
and once again, life sleeps for her.




Copyright © TwistedCage ... [ 2006-11-03 21:05:57]
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Re: Sacred (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 3rd November 2006 @ 09:33:23 PM AEST
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Very sad but well written. Unfortunatly this is happening all over this planet.
huggs,
emy


Re: Sacred (User Rating: 1 )
by ediii on Sunday, 5th November 2006 @ 01:32:27 PM AEST
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this is such a beautiful description, even though it describes a very sad moment it seems like it is describing the beauty and relief of shooting up. i hope this didnt offend you
i love this poem
edi


Re: Sacred (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Monday, 6th November 2006 @ 12:47:36 PM AEST
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This was a very descriptive and beautiful poem... It was sad but it was very well written... I liked this... It was amazing..

Take care
Christina




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