Our vices
Maybe poison
But to us
Our only savior
And catalyst
An emotional catalyst
To get the pain
Misery
Agony
Torture
Out our system
Sadly
Only in
The fastest
Most painful
Most miserable
Most agonising
Most torturous
Way possible
But what
A beautiful paradox
And
A hopeless irony
That
The only way
To fight
This poison
Is to feed it
More
And more
And
More.
I’ve been reading Anthony Kiedis’ autobiography, Scar Tissue, recently. I guess the book inspired this piece, because pretty much half of what I’ve read thus far has been about his drug experiences. It’s really gotten me thinking even more, about how people use drugs to ease their pain, only to end up adding to the nightmare. But this doesn’t make them bad people. We’re all sick and tired of our inner battles, and we all need a refuge. Maybe drugs are simply the only muse they have.
On another note, to anyone who’s addicted and wants out, I just want to say you’re not alone in this fight. I don’t consume drugs, but I too face my own demons and I don’t know how to ease my pain. Whoever you are, I love you, and I’m with you. You’re gonna crawl your way out of the war, no doubt battered, torn, shredded, but you will win. Once again,
I love you,
And I’m with you.
-k
I’ve read ‘Scar Tissue’ and thought it so gracious of the Dalai Lama to say to Kiedis how he’s been looking forward to their meeting.
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Yup, definitely. So very beautiful!
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