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| | | From: opticnurv (Original Message) | Sent: 12/25/2003 3:05 AM |
wrote this in another rehab:
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Of the time that I spent in immortal lightness, warmed by the sweet numbness, the amber perfection of opiates,
Of the time that I've spent in the border worlds, between waking and dream, the land of nod,
I feel no regret.
Of the time I've spent in limbo, mortal Purgatory, between life and death, unsure if my heart still beat,
Of the time I've spent in Hell, walking through fire, purified by the flame, burning of the sickness,
I feel no remorse.
Where last time shifted, and paths were laid out before me, consequences being set in motion, to fall at random,
Where last I glimpsed through the fabric of time, and saw the parrallel realm, one being Waking, the other Dreaming, not knowing which one I's in,
I feel no closer
Here is where the repurcussions stike like lightning, in a blinding flash, echoes, pure energy charge, from a storm reigned down by Fate,
Here is where Destiny lays her hand upon my scarred soul, emisary of wrath, incurred from my past,
As the sins of the needle revisit my soul. |
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Great poem. Opiate addiction is so devasting. At one time I thought I could actually escape it, meaning I would get better and be done with it. I was a fool. I now realize that it will be with me all of my days and I have to learn how to live with it. I don't have to use if I don't want to but I do have to be aware that I could fall right back into that lifestyle at any time. I started feeling like I had this addiction thing licked last summer and the next minute I was back to being strung the hell out.
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| From: opticnurv |
wrote this in another rehab:
untitled (Redemption)
Of the time that I spent in immortal lightness, warmed by the sweet numbness, the amber perfection of opiates,
Of the time that I've spent in the border worlds, between waking and dream, the land of nod,
I feel no regret.
Of the time I've spent in limbo, mortal Purgatory, between life and death, unsure if my heart still beat,
Of the time I've spent in Hell, walking through fire, purified by the flame, burning of the sickness,
I feel no remorse.
Where last time shifted, and paths were laid out before me, consequences being set in motion, to fall at random,
Where last I glimpsed through the fabric of time, and saw the parrallel realm, one being Waking, the other Dreaming, not knowing which one I's in,
I feel no closer
Here is where the repurcussions stike like lightning, in a blinding flash, echoes, pure energy charge, from a storm reigned down by Fate,
Here is
where Destiny lays her hand upon my scarred soul, emisary of wrath, incurred from my past,
As the sins of the needle revisit my soul. | |
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