A Dragon’s Curse;
Treasure revealed as turds,
Clouds as fag-smoke settled on the walls,
The mountains broken buildings.
And now you beg.
Star-dust before your eyes and the emptiness that was
Filled now with the dread of loss of Nothing that you had;
For the Dragon’s breath is a curse that expands into emptiness
But leaves a gaping void more dreadful than the hollowness of before.
You bleed -
There’s proof of that.
The destructive power of drugs filling a spiritual void and the ache to fill that void. It’s often the most sensitive or the most hurt who become addicts to alcohol or drugs.
