Marks of Cain

Seven twisted souls lay with me in the night
Caress my lonely thoughts, whisper sweet delights
Dosing off as their seductive poison slowly spreads
Try to run, but weighed down by the liquid lead
Hopelessly scratch at the demons in my veins
On my arms and feet, I wear the marks of Cain
Seeing darkness as the poppy begins to flower
Creeping over and enclosing my mind in a bower


Continuing the drug related theme of ‘A New Reality’ but with my more familiar bleak and dark tones. Thought it would be interesting to have the two contrasting poems about the same subject.

© 2018
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A New Reality

Mind untethered and eyes truly open
To the freezing sun and lush crimson grass oceans
Fuzzy air to the touch and tasting unfamiliar emotions
Lost and found in the new reality I’ve intricately woven


A short psychedelic piece of poetry that deviates from my usual bleakness (don’t worry my next poem is familiarly bleak). The main reason I wrote this though was to break up the general darkness of the poems I write and try something different.

© 2018
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