Escapism

Disturb reality by denying it,

Overturn society by defying it.

Evoke disgust in the conventional

My making every seeming farcical act

Intentional.

 

Where lies immorality of narcotics?

What the rest seemingly detest,

The freedom of contest.

Removal of unwarranted stress

And the revelation to depress.

 

The warmth of the world

Travelled into my skin.

Lying weightlessly curled.

Thoughts comfortably thin.

I had lay with a mattress supporting my high,

Intoxicated with skin slowly starting to cry.

All I had felt was the faint feeling of heat

And the comfort in knowing I had my body to mistreat.

 

There are few moments where life does not bite.

The deliverance of bliss is but a memory from sight.

But you will forever see comfort in the possibility of more,

Assisting in thinking life is such less of a chore.

 

We distort our perceptions

Because they are harsh on the eyes.

Think not of me weak,

Just bold to grasp this world

Of lies.

 

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"...harsh on the eyes..." a marvelous image. Enjoyed this poem - blue tinged but well executed.
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