Dependency Overdose by Mass Graven Image

DEPENDENCY OVERDOSE

Hello to my family
 I'm dearly departed
Let me take you back to the beginning
Where it all started.

awaken, those whose blood I share
sun is gone but you're in mourning 
my sensory prison seen through eyes,
Is now gone
but I've left you with a story
It's been a long torn up road
 with many miles of pain
took so long to finally,
find the last vein
but quickly I lose
abandon all the pain
many miles of misery 
along the long hollow tracks 
above the tunneling subways
where my pain remains intact
 
stop assuming how i bleed alone
 just keep me company
I have numerous wide open cuts,
stumbling from the gutter,
now fall into the next rut
been down and out buried alive
potentially soon ashes
spectating from the tombs
where time simply passes

learning to die,
I just study my lesson
graduate from life
walk the cemetery folding flowers
asleep and not dreaming
life now runs the opposite direction
tumbling through my head

eyes on the bride of contamination
a black veil adorns her gown
I am engaged to the false light
dark side is whom I've wed
silver delivers gold into my veins

desolation is a burden
guilt removed by slumber
determination corrupted
on point for my gain
because many do not play fair
serpents love an easy mark
With this tongue lashing outwards
I fork my directions courses

they portray a fighting chance
concerning water, leading to wild horses
I  become like rabid dog
mange I'm now clothed in

The love is deep
 Kindness expects too much of me too heavily
extorted, deserted and hated
ever telling anyone is a problem 
was anyone invested?
It's funny how disrespect is afforded
you earned this
now tie off to be rewarded

frequency of this disease
is no accident
 it's not a work of art
It's a killers list almost complete
souls that are lost
doomed to repeat
you can't pray it away
a hope is to just continue on another day

known vultures pluck off flesh
while rotting corpses,
do what they all do best
quietly decompose to make room
for who is coming next.

Written in 2018 at the terminus of the final stages of my long and drawn out addiction to drugs, a lost searching inquest into my own self of destruction and disaster of a lifestyle that I had to beat and deform my self reflection and conscience into everyday to make believe it was not what it really was which was dying, a slow and painful death. It is from personal hell that I can say that above ground is better, and there is hope. Always keep trying.
~For all who have lost close friends or family to the opioid mass murder of this century, and for my friend CJ. Love you bro and to all my supporters I send the same,

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