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Insanity on Drugs

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I'm crazy
Losing control
I'm insane
Brain thinking just one word: Whoa.

I'm going, finally gone
I'm laughing
And crying
I'm flying
And dying
I'm getting high
On insanity.

I see you through the darkening haze
You hold out your hand to me
We've both lost our minds
Both out of this world
So come with me
And we'll dance together
In the roaring flames
That are black and blue
With my unconscious rage
Of insanity.

Floating on water
Blazing in fire
I want to scream
Tear my heart out
As the waves climb
Higher and higher
We can't escape
From insanity.

There's a snowstorm
In my mind
It's cold as the needle
And white as the powder
If life is but a dream
How can there be reality
Especially
In insanity?

Those fine lines
Between truth and lies
Blur and wash away
Until everything is based
Solely on the level
Of my insanity.

Everything's so icy sharp
I can finally
See clearly
And yet what I see
Is it reality
Or just an illusion
Of my insanity?

I feel like I'm finally alive
Flying 200 miles per hour
In a dream world
That is real
Where the rush
Is unbelievable
With insanity.

But some part of me
Is telling me
That soon
It will end
This amazing
Hair-raising
Reason
For insanity.

It will all disappear
Gone forever
Along with you
And once more
I'll be lost
At a new low
In the terrible truth
Of reality.
yeah, so thats all ur gonna get outta drugs ppl, so if u want my advice, which im sure u don't, cuz no one ever does, and cuz 4 most of u reading this im just some random girl on the internet who cud actually be some creepy 90 year old male pedophile 4 all u know (lol!), its just totally not worth fucking up ur life over.

and yes, this poem is about drugs. I know I know. so morbid. ugh. honestly it started off as just a poem about insanity (don't ask me why I would find that an interesting subject to write about, because I wudnt, because I don't choose my subjects, they choose me, and I have absolutely no say in it.) but somehow along the way it ended up as being about getting high on drugs.

No, its not a nice poem, all warm and fuzzy, but its not supposed to be. its just life ppl, deal with it. anyway, hope you'll like it! :D

Oh, and no I don't hav any idea who the heck the 'you' in the poem is talkin about. Just some random person created by the druggie's imagination, I guess? Someone they used 2 know? I dunno. I really don't. just use ur own imagination okay? poems r supposed 2 make the reader think a little anyway
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MaliceTheHedgehog's avatar
Hey random girl
You just desceibed my whole world.
MY Insanity however isn`t because of drugs,
But of humans,little bugs...
They drove me off the edge
Into the darkness
Where I cling to a ledge,
Just to barely keep myself alive...