Recovery...

Recovery

I once knew a so-called friend who tried to deceive me
Take away my personality destroy my existence
She was fine and her lips where always sticky
One simple touch and she could make your brain have an orgasm
Alternatively, was it I hallucinating under her umbrella of seduction
Thought she could protect me from the rain she only clouded my judgment
Leading to my precipitation of mental futility
Damn she was mean b1tch on a scale from one to ten
I would rate her twenty because she killed many men
She tried to take me out during my youth
Flipping me around acrobatically using me as a recruit
Transforming my shell to an entity of coercion
A victim of my own consequences
Seeing steel bars through my ocular senses
Then a righteous lighting bolt strikes a mechanism in my cerebral cortex
Asking God for forgiveness
How could I destroy myself yet be so senseless?

I used to take sips of the potion
Now I strive for mental devotion
I used to inhale fumes of corruption
Now I dwell in the light of optimistic seduction

very well done...i feel i can relate to this..nicely put : )

Beautiful use of metaphor, and a great, evocative poem. I think we've all met someone like her (or perhaps a him) sometime in our life.