Intoxication Addiction
By acidcrys
The violent rivers of burgundy and amber tracing their fire down my throat and through my veins. tremors shattering my limbs numbness tickling my mind drops of molten lava possessing my breath voices drowned and silenced tears lost and forgotton vision of pain blurred and far away smiles and laughter unknowningly released with hidden desires and truths words traveling out of their given cage stumbling emotionally replaced by physically grasping for the dark liquid jewels slicing my soul with the glass instead icicles attached to every cell of my body sweat drips from every burning pore of my skin trembling under invisible weight pounding temples and pulses bones made up of rubber and liquid mouth filled with spider webs and cotton the need, the god forsaken need to be hidden under the darkness of liquid passion strangling my mind.This piece I wrote last night. I have been dealing with alcoholism for the past few years. This is what its like for me. Written September 11th, 2001 © on Sep 11 2001 06:54 AM PST 0 • 12
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