by Nick Gisburne
Bewildered by a mind no longer whole
She wakes a deadly secret from its rest
A spike, a shard, a sacrifice of soul
Distorted, ripped in torment from her chest
She covets evil, sickening, sublime
The hidden horrors only shadows see
For this, to feel the bitterness, the grime
She plucks the fruit, the poison, from its tree
Within, a grim, contaminated seed
Delivering delirium and bliss
Invigorates, with devastating speed
An unrelenting curse: addiction’s kiss
The darkness feeds emotions long destroyed
A pleasure never meant to be enjoyed
