drugged
bloody, mangled dreams lay about
as she mirrors the dead;
a pale, blank face
and empty dark eyes,
devoid of emotion, thoughts, and time
subconscious drowning in a
poisoned sludge of false contentment
imagination ripped apart
by illusion’s dainty knives
soul slowly dying
by the drug’s dark hand
yet her brain realizes nothing,
not even when the noose
is tightening its embrace
around her feeble neck
or when poison creeps
in the still red waters,
silently spreading
like moonlight over the ocean
as the night overcomes her at last
everywhere "her" or "she" is featured, "him" or "he" can just as easily be substituted, if that helps you better understand it. a bit darker than what i normally do, sorry but it's something that can't be ignored.
