Cocaine-ridden, eyes driven--
Tears hidden, dimly lit in--
Dark kitchen, sleepy bliss and--
Hope runs thin, the curses win--
Fear hiding, and love subsiding--
I'm hating, what this world made me--
And now I see, this is reality--
False security, and walls around me--
What does it mean to see, perhaps sanctity--
And I'm driven, too instictive in the end--
You made them, the kin, I can't be him--
Now I'm hated, belated, a bit jaded--
Sacred faces trading places, a few spaces--
And now we claim this, this dystrophy--
Like a played out disc jockey, talking--
About the pain pills and dicey deals--
Like a rolling hill, that you will peel--
Is this your dream, create the pain, all the same--
This is all it seems, hate and screams--
Wake and see, all of the dreams pissed away--
Loose lips hand picked by Mister Big--
This is what we get, the 'new age' nest egg--

WOW!
great write!
really enjoyed the flow of it all!

and this line

"Fear hiding, and love subsiding--"

great flow with this

I think I like this one best of all your writes.

great write...love the flow.

Thank you everyone, as always your replies are much appreciated.