crack, weed, shrooms, and cocaine
soft do they call till rising to shout
can she abstain, can she shut their voices out why would she even try
for them colors soar, as high as light can fly
through rainbow shimmer clouds, she can't see the lie
only blaze, burn, and ascend again to celestial high as on the ceiling looking down she sees the sight
innocence eaten by monstrous voices of mite
calling on, alluring, promising to excite
to make her feel through the nothingness left from a long ago night cycling through, stuck on repeat as more and more does she seek
faster, harder, stronger, longer, the voices reign over the meek
searching, wanting , craving, longing for that one ultimate peak
voices exacting the utmost price in the blood of a soul growing bleak on the floor a burned out shell only a single tear cries
emotion promised spent till extinct, only now does she realize
as convulsions, shock, and exploded heart sent her sould to rise
voices laughing, tormenting, mocking... as alone on the floor she dies. Rhonda Enrayne- vixenskis@aol.com
