caught in her snare.

what is this creature that whispers my name?
like an old lover calling from beyond the grave.
I may have buried my monster
but she's still alive and thriving

She lives in the living dead.
Hides behind pale ghostly faces.
tired bodies animated by her dark embraces.

Seemingly normal beings
holding a dark secret
revealed by the light
cast by the roll of a sleeve.

hope for a future is washed away
in the warm blanket of her embrace.
she fucks like a jealous lover.  

she's cooked in a spoon and shot in a vein.
none of us want to live this way.
living this way is trying
but living any other is dying.

to needles we made desperate love
crouched in gloomy bathroom stalls
we've seen another world.

a world of unfulfilled dreams and monotonous desire.
a world of hustles and scams, police and cartels.
a world where time is measured in shots
and it's your job to make sure that clock is always ticking.

slaves to a master that casually rides
by parks in luxury cars
quietly residing in pink balloons.

How do you quit
what's coiled against your spine?
when simply saying goodbye
throws your body into a desperate cry.
 
Now that I'm free I can't recall how
A domino effect of God's graces
yet I'm still wary of her call.

she lurks behind corners
and stares out from behind
droopy pin-prick eyes
of people the world left behind.

I pray to god to save these souls
the ones who live between ballooned bags.
the beautiful minds that are swept away.

why do I stand on solid ground?
while those I love all around me drown?
should I reach to pull them up
or will their weight pull me down?