Matthew P. Haubert

Opiate dreams dripping with vivid colorizing hues,
  Secluding my horror,
  Seducing my eyes.

Ethanol ideas hazing my vision, noir pallets,
  Shading my life,
  Blinding my spinal, heart and brain.

Amphetamine visions racing with radical varietys,
  Crashing my sanity,
  Crushing my soul.

Unaltered Dopamine
  doctoring my sanity,
  emptying my veins,
  bleeding out whats left in me.

Darkness always comes over, stabing me in every creves and alleyway,
Spinning hurling, bombs of drug infected soldiers destroying my body,
my cells, my name.

But the time it hits,... so beautiful shivering down my sides,
Blank smooth slate were my dreams and fantasyland of mind comes alive.

The sky begins to swirl and spirals a lifetime,
Capturing my soul in the darkness of those nights.
Abandoning light, I feel safe,
The darkness of drug induced faze,
I always feel safe and sound, like a kid tucked in warm under loves shroud.

Day light tortures my pale malnourished skin,
Burning to my soul, everyone starres at me when I finally leave home.
My shadow even hides from me, never comes to follow,
My face, no love in my smile, only confused, uncolored, scripted mush of brains.

Contradiction of buring by the sins of my days,
I can no long fight though.
No longer use fake dreams to get through,
I burn.
Ache
hurt,
I am only ash after so many days waste.