SlePt

Enchant me with words,
Serenade me a curse
Dance a duel with a quick flutter
of your hands as graceful as a flock of birds
Signal the hearse,
So black that the eye cannot fathom its depths
I will be the recess of all the ill imaginings;
a joyful sadness where children play during (at) death
Time is murky,and the earth has become colder,
so fate and I have slept,
for a spell until the spell was over
To deny the chemical desire
In these hurry times of meth,
I still weep

I wrote this when active in my addiction, I've been clean 3
years now from meth, hope this poem helps someone appreciate any comments