Poems That Made Me Want to Use a Pen Name

A drug induced coma on a rainy day,

it melts what's left of my devasted brain,

me and my demons danced the night away,

little did I know we had twirled into the devil's domain.

I felt at home with her, laying in the burning fields,

we spoke day and night until our throats would ache,

she beckoned me further with the beauty she wields,

leaving nothing but broken hearts and dreams in our wake.

The feeling of being tangled in her pale body,

the trust we shared with each warm kiss,

we indulged in each other's touch forever gaudy,

unbeknownst day by day we edged closer and closer to a bottomless abyss.

I don't blame her for what happened, my heart was too naive,

I callused my brain, however, holding on to what was left,

of a time where I smiled and would not deceive,

of a time where the two of us were not stolen by the deft.

We believed our frolicking too good to be true,

she in specific decided to look what was ahead in our path,

I ignorantly believed, in this domain, we would never have to bid adieu,

she saw what was coming and ran from its wrath.

Her hand sliding off mine leaving me, our final touch,

I stumbled backwards, tripping in disbelief,

desperately calling for her to be my crutch,

into the abyss I fell both of our hearts now filled with grief.

For months I descended deeper my only company, the devil,

he lit my cigarette handing me a set of horns and wings,

now instead of free-fall, I flew reaching a much darker level,

I loved that feeling, the freedom of him pulling my strings.

To me it was obvious, of course, I had changed,

to the people around me though, I was still just the same,

however my angel had now turned deranged,

I could see that in my absence she had taken the blame.

I was filled with anger, her eyes of pity all around me,

you weren't there when I screamed for help,

you can't just banish my new found form like some decree,

you had turned and ran leaving me to howl and yelp.

I had enough, it was time to take matters into my own hands,

I ran through the fields following the paths we previously made,

not even I knew what I was doing, sprinting through those lands,

I jumped into the abyss for a second time in my life, I was not afraid.

I reached the bottom, with no one around in sight,

not my angel, not my devil, just me and my ashtray,

and a bed with assorted pills, arranged to spell delight,

I ate them and finally woke up from my drug induced coma on a rainy day.