Methamphetamine Trial

Bubbles in bloodshed travel

slowly splitting down the center

in designs of pink and purple

the red takes and pushes down the victim.

Compressed within a chamber

of which passion and regret collide

longing for the fine rays of the morning

where the sky is fluid and hopeful.

Hope, the opposite of reality

Shocks on the edge of my ears

vibrant in an orange daze

It coagulates the mind

leaving a heart stricken frenzy

feel the blood that nurtures you pour down

and fill a translucent effect through every limb

in hope of rain

to wipe from this earth

in hope of rain

to wipe from this earth

taken by a tedious painful cycle

of finding what on longs for

memories continue to burn within

holding out for the near day

I get down and mark the dirt

it is gray, ashes of today

formulate oneself into

compressed simple

filtered soul

the fresh white milks drips out of it

slowly draining to the point of decay

infiltrating your mind through every moment

fully able to disrupt operation

Close

Close the doors

Close the gates

Set up the walls

Set up the barricades

battle full shoulder on

ignore, cut out all insight

hope, the opposite of reality

Close

Close

Freeze

Freeze