Behind the narcotic haze,
can you even see yourself?
Can you recognize yourself,
under all the scars and smoke?
Can you sort something other,
than the pills you've taken?
Or filter out something,
other than you ***** you're drinking?
Can you say with one hundred percent conviction,
that this is better this way?
Can you say without any ounce of future contradiction,
that you'll never see better days outside your drug-induced-haze?
blending with empty smiles..
is the indifferent, callous, leering, and charred remains of a heart.
One covered in diamonds in gold,
now singed ad cracked,
constantly under attack..
Finally you have come to realize,
that nothing else remains.
Found an old poetry notebook :)