Blinded eyes,
worshipped lies,
The drugs consume our days.
Can you feel? Can you taste this Beautiful evil?
You walk through your lighted lives,
counting on a broken metronome,
the tick and tock of a forsaken lamb.
Perished blood has eclipsed your taste for truth.
I want you to feel my misery.
I want you to feel my life.
My blood is always sweeter on the darker side.

Poem © Dark Charm 2000

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