For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
To let the sun dry me up
And run healing through this broken cup
But there is no sun in October
And the weather is always better after the rain
The atmosphere is clearer
But the environment stays the same
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
And sip on tomorrow
And lend out me
And get back things people have barrowed
I want to empty this drip
And let go of Eden that holds on to me with a death grip
The Garden of Eden was not a place
But an atmosphere
And things are not always as beautiful as they may appear
For Halloween I want to be a morphine drip
So I can crawl backwards through my veins
And nod sluggishly off into corrosion
Mixing this chemical with the rain
I want to…
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I love the repetition of the first line. It’s thought provoking and intense. There’s indeed something about Halloween that makes it memorable, the feeling of death moving throughout the land and pass off unnoticed is intense. What a wonderful piece this is! You’ve employed great and elaborate images.
Thank you, it’s an oldie but goodie from 2013, morphine wasn’t an option but writing was. Thanks for visiting ❤
It’s a great one indeed. Feel most welcome ❤