Too Many Drugs...

I wrote this piece in 1998 at 16


Too many drugs to alter my mental state
With my mind's eye closed and oblivious to the outside
World,
Then I am safe from seeing the hate
What I wouldn't give to be blind;
We were far too young to see this
Beautiful, timid, innocent youth
Lacking pretension, harsh judgement, contradiction,
And for which, we did not care
We conformed to the brutal realities of societal
Aggression
And in time, learned to embrace a household nightmare
Where boys of men fear to tread,
Where no sane individual in their right mind would be
Caught dead...
When nightfall revolved, that is where we laid our heads
In the land where beauty and grace operate
At a mechanical disadvantage
Is where we met our friends
The demons spawned from their special place in our subconscious
Hell;
Counterparts until our bitter ends
Any drug(s) on the market to evaporate this feeling,
The dread of simply going to bed
The quiet storm's tumultuous finale,
Leaving in it's wake, irrevocably tattered tapestries of
humanity in our heads
Still, we rose to the lunacies of another day,
To perform with those on their way to Heaven, Hell,
or simply passing by
We captivated audiences with our wit, cynicism, and passion,
While along every unbiased thought,
We wished they would die
But that can't keep us down, for we are Concrete Children,
Born of a desensitized generation of advancement;
burning up in speed
High on all the drugs of life: marijuana, heroine, cocaine,
ecstacy, politics, business, education, and "success"
Addicted to their performance in us, society's need.