We entertain the idea that it is but a moment of
joyful bliss,
But did you share that sting?
              Was it too much for a whisper of kaleidoscope
                                                    ­                     pleasures.....
There is but one ending to this eclipse of the senses.
                              "Either,
You float on the butterflies of enthral bliss,
                    Or when that needle penetrates
Its like a  bullet to the brain....


                          There is only silence and stillness
and blood lubricates the nasal.
     They say an overdose is like a bullet to the brain
                    but one only some are revived from....

Do you wish to play roulette to see which shot
                                                         ends your life.

"You and I and us and being.
Such a messy sentence
and a fun thought.

It was something I sought
but never my mind
caught

My ideas with
my heart
fought
a lot

But time
fore
sought
a story we long
forgot

and time
took time
and ourselves
lessons
it taught

Until, it reached
the plot and realized
it's time
to bring
you
and I
to being
now
and
give us
a shot

She came home
drunk off her ***
five missed calls
and it's still ringing
His number is
flashed across the
screen bright green
She just stares
he never calls
the phone flies
out of her hand
hitting the wall.
and cracking
his number.
Hours later the
red and blue lights
hit pale skin
and she breathes
out his name
for the last time
placing the gun
on her nightstand
and holding his
pale body close.

I forgive too quickly,
To me this is sickening
The beast inside of me, unleashed
Wishes to be a blade, unsheathed

Released into the world
Spinning, twist and twirl
Manipulate events, unfurl
A masterpiece, coloured swirls

It makes me feel helpless
I have too many morals
I follow them whether they help me
Or alone, I call

I have warned them
It's the last chance they will get
The satisfaction may be real
But I may end up in regret

There once was a posh boy all alone in town,
He saw the sign for a good night going down,
The sign was neon and bright,
and all it said was,
SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS,
So down he went and started his decline,
Shouting SHORT'S, SHORT'S, SHORT'S.

First shot of *****
You are not here.
Second shot of *****
I forget about you.
Third shot of ******
I **** someone new.


-- Eleanor