A Dedication

Serpentine thoughts slithering like the snakes which fascinate you
Make me recall dark voids of endless eddies,
Where the body gives in to the temptation of
Free falling from acmes into abysses…
From distances I hear laments and souls wailing for release,
When I close my eyes distortions flash by,
Portents of enchantments beckoning me with dark lack luster eyes,
Devoid of saneness,
And overflowing with a black fire that threatens to burn my soul…
The trees have bent their limb-like branches to bury themselves back into the earth
Back where they came from…
Screams rent the night apart and frighten the creatures out of their eyries
Sounds echoing lustily amidst solitary mountains
That has withstood the wrath of torrents and storms…
Years of nothingness fades into a cavernous space that whirls against time
And centuries of waiting and craving seems to discern a flame of light
In the end of the blackness…
Where is the meth that I want to be addicted to,
That would eventually take me beyond the realms of rationality,
That would uncoil the gritted tightness inside me and set me free
That would blur the fine line between the sane and the insane…
Into oblivion…

PS: For you...THE METH