This is Dark Gothic Poetry but hey, I can't tell you what to think...
Substance
Dark Gothic Poetry (I guess)
a poem by Matthew J. Beard
Substance
I’ve never understood the word
Substance abuse
Doesn’t it abuse you,
And nothing else?
Sharpen up the needles
Point the razors into the veins from whence they come
I can’t stop the pain from which it thrives
The booze the hurt the fame fortune no one really wants,
We all love each other but we’re too ashamed to admit it.
And what is the truth beyond what anyone looks into?
A bottle of Jim last name unknown
Having fun with the demons inside
Disgusted with deprivation
Learning things you’ve never known
Trial by error
Seeing the cute faces and factors
Sweating out the troublesome
Everything I have become now is
A tool of deprivation
Lighting the subservient, Far East in Substance!!!
Lighting the candle of subservience
Pointing needles in the veins of mud
Warfare
Like a man once said
Have you ever danced with the devil in the moonlight?
Point to the ones you want to blame
But you need them all the same
Don’t feel any shame
Please believe me,
Even if you need you can’t want
Even if you need you can’t want
The only way of getting out is coming back again
Chomping at the bit is nothing new for me
From what is has been
The only way of getting out is coming back again
Flying in subservient.
Flee the sick substance
The only way of getting out is coming back again
Everything I have become now is everything
A tool of Envy
Me in subservient
Flee the substance
Even if you want it now
Even if you want it now
You’ll never have it
So stay awake
By my side.
Even if you need you can’t want
Even if you need you can’t want
The only way of getting out is coming back again
My indivisible enemy, Far East in substance
Copyright 2010 Matthew J. Beard, All Rights Reserved
