The Drug

By , Howell, MI
The flow,
Like a rushing current of deep blue waters,
Cascading through every passage-way,
Until it reaches the center,
The controls.

Tampering with conventional ways,
Creating lucid sights,
Minor exploits of excitement,
Of pleasure.

In its path it leaves destruction,
Incurable changes,
Demolition,
Permanent ruin.

Just a vacant shell,
No thoughts,
No emotion,
No life.





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