Another masterpiece written by S. L. Stiles and myself. |
Sedated Satire Dabbling in deviant drugs leading towards disaster – Mingling with a monster whose becoming your master. Falling faster every day, landing flat upon your face – running from past regrets, rampantly losing the race. She teases your senses, stares with a selfish snide – Patiently persecuting you of any penniless pride. Raunchy rendition, a drug induced high you ride – Snorting, shooting, smoking, higher you do stride. Aimlessly aiming for any ambition lost and afloat – turbulent tides tighten and choke around your throat. Daunting daily, on smoke filled bowls you devote – perpetually promising a profound high to promote. She comforts your cares, callously she does creep – Whilst you wither, a weary soul so savagely weak. Bludgeoned, buried and broken – life barrenly bleak – Sharing her darkest secrets, as silently she speaks. A bitter sweet surrender is the only thing sought – begrudgingly beckoning every bag sold and bought. With felonious and fanangling demons you've fought – day after damned day becoming more distraught. Distantly dying, dependently drowning every day – submersed in soiled suffrage - savagely she slays. Bellowing betrayal, beseeching a benevolent way – angered and alone, animosity sweeps you astray. A monstrosity of sins mangle your mind – grasping to get a grip on the daily grind. Festering, feeding frenzy is all that you find – bargaining with brain-washed dreams left far behind. A drug induced dependency amidst this darken hole – craving a chemical convention, ever out of control. A tearful, terrifying rendition finally taking its toll – a seductive senseless satire; stealing this tired soul. |